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Attempt 3:

Ok first of all I would like to thank Alyzarin, Ctharline, sinoblak, gab, 12padams, Linkzelda41, Phanes, Master G, my friend Fredrik and Frank Kepple for inspiring me and helping me achieve the impossible, when the rest of the world is against me. Haha sorry I am just so excited I just sleep for 2 hours. And thanks to all my readers :) I hope you find this post inspiring, I might rewrite it because now it's just poorly written by a tired guy.

Ok enough with the goofiness... :shadewink:

I did Frank's and Fredrik's third eye focusing technique.
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Just close the eyes and look slightly upwards like the image above. haha!
Then relax and think of whatever you want to think of, because this neat trick will help you feel your awareness. Just make sure that you are in a comfortable position.

I did this and I daydreamed for sometime like my friend instructed. And I actually fell asleep over 10 times! But I allways seemed to regain awareness. Then the impossible happend.
I woke up in my bed and got out, because I somehow felt that I was not truley awake.
But this was different, this was too real to be a dream. I have had real dreams before but only in the moment I dreamt it and when I woke up I allways thought that I had imagined it, this time I still though it felt like reality even after I had woke up.
I looked at my hands and they looked normal, but I already knew at this point that I was dreaming, so I made then hands look weird with visualization. And I played around with that for a bit. Then some weird stuff happend.

I might tell you about it tomorrow, I have written it down on a paper, but I now I want back to sleep, I have only slept 2 hours after all ... But it was a very vivid and long dream so WILDing before bed will be more motivating now, when I have confirmed that it's possible.

I will go back to bed now, hopefully I can WILD again. That would be something huh? Ah man I am to tired good night. :sleepmeditate2:

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All I took was some melatonin. This is the kind of thing I dream after taking valerian.

You Monster

I am dangling on some contraption above a platform. I am able to control it, like an elevator. I get uneasy, and lower the thing a bit, because it is swinging back and forth. I am able to get to a point where I can drop onto the platform...

... I have a wife or a girlfriend. I am walking through the living room of my grandparents' house. As I walk by a corner, I see a box in which I know my wife/girlfriend is. One of her legs is sticking out, at a weird position. She crawls out. Earlier, she was beautiful and intelligent. Now she is horribly twisted, and acts like an animal. She has been mutated into a disgusting creature, and I may be as well. We crawl along the floor, on our way to do something. I forget what. I decide I like her even though she is disgusting now, and try to hug and kiss her. Her mouth is gaping and ugly, and she kind of writhes as I hold her.

We crawl out into the sunroom, where my grandfather is sitting. The girl makes eye contact with him, and stares. As she stares at him, she straightens up and looks normal. She tells me that looking into his eyes is curing her.

"Does this affect you at all?" I ask my grandfather.

"It doesn't seem to," he starts to say, but then changes his mind. "Yes, I think it's starting to drain me."

As I look, he begins to lose the life in his eyes, and his speech becomes dull. His eyes change from blue to a weird brownish, lifeless color, like my girlfriend's.

"How do I look?" he asks me. I decide to try some humor.

"You have fangs," I say in a poor attempt at humor. He doesn't look good, and my girlfriend is starting to degenerate.

Fortunately, I wake up here.

Yes, yes, I know that is quite a dumb title, but it happened for me. I actually had a lucid dream within a non-lucid dream, or more simply, I dreamt I lucid dreamt.

Basically, in the dream, I sorta... fell asleep and went into a LD. I was levitating above the ground, cheering about my success. I tried to move, but I couldn't. It didn't matter for me, since I had a lucid one!

And, that's it... No details to explain this one.

Cay's Dreams
Dream 1
Zombies everywhere. I was in a truck with J.S., who was driving. I don't know him personally, he's Azra's sister's best friend. He was really torn up because his parents lived in the town, which had been overtaken. We couldn't get to my house, either- the river was up. We turned around and went to Azra's, but her family had already left for a safehouse. We ended up in an abandoned warehouse. It was really cold and we huddled up under a few musty blankets with several other young adults from Azra's siblings' social group. There were crates full of something heavy, which had been pushed up against the door.

Dream 2
Lucid! There was a thick snow on. I was down near the pond, which had frozen. There was a tree leaning over it. There was a hole in the ice, and a rope leading from it that had been looped over the overhanging branch. The end hanging down was tied into a noose (symbolism?). I walked across the ice and pulled on the noose, which obviously tightened around my fingers; I just kept pulling, lifting my feet off the ground. A great mass of fishnet, twigs and mud came out on the other end. I was vaguely disappointed, and then I woke up.

Cay's Dreams
Dream 1
Zombies everywhere. I was in a truck with J.S., who was driving. I don't know him personally, he's Azra's sister's best friend. He was really torn up because his parents lived in the town, which had been overtaken. We couldn't get to my house, either- the river was up. We turned around and went to Azra's, but her family had already left for a safehouse. We ended up in an abandoned warehouse. It was really cold and we huddled up under a few musty blankets with several other young adults from Azra's siblings' social group. There were crates full of something heavy, which had been pushed up against the door.

Dream 2
Lucid! There was a thick snow on. I was down near the pond, which had frozen. There was a tree leaning over it. There was a hole in the ice, and a rope leading from it that had been looped over the overhanging branch. The end hanging down was tied into a noose (symbolism?). I walked across the ice and pulled on the noose, which obviously tightened around my fingers; I just kept pulling, lifting my feet off the ground. A great mass of fishnet, twigs and mud came out on the other end. I was vaguely disappointed, and then I woke up.

I become lucid running from the Northern Army in the Civil War. I tell my partner that its a dream and demonstrate it by flying. Three northern soldiers show up, and I stop their bullets with my mind(and then proceed to beat them all up)

I am then at a college party. I have eaten some vegetables that I cant swallow. I spit it out and rinse my mouth out, while simultaneously lucidly instructing the dream to distract people from noticing me washing my mouth out.
I then ask the dream to show my my soulmate. It takes a few seconds but a DC girl starts talking to me. She is small, either red/brown hair(possibly both). Cute. I recognize her vaguely from a college class. I ask if she is a soulmate, she says yes, and that I just dont remember. I then lucidly command the dream to show people as they appeared in past lives. She turns into a pretty blond girl while most of the other DC's stay the same. I run up to her and kiss her in a strong embrace. We start to make plans for going to a chicken wing buffet, but I wake up.

I remember nothing but an Orange Fanta. Perhaps I may need this for future reference

NOTICE: this is the last dream journal entry I made before leaving Dreamviews for an 11-year hiatus. Newer dream journal entries will have a markedly different writing quality and narrative style.

Type: DILD.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Notes:
This semi-lucid bugged the hell out of me. I was in my room upstairs, lying in bed, and then I heard my dad screaming from downstairs in a terrifying manner. I became semi-lucid, so I just decided to jump out the window and fly away, but I got stuck mid-air. Then I was suddenly in my bed again, with my dad still screaming, but this time from down the hallway outside my room! I flipped out and took a running jump out the window, in an effort to get past my dad. Once again I tried to fly, once again I got stuck, and once again I ended up in my bed, and at that point, I could feel my dad's presence right there in the bedroom. I felt something, presumably my dad, move beside me as I jumped out the window a third and final time.

When I woke up in my bed after the third time, I was scared that I was experiencing another repeat.

This was a total of three false awakenings, which were probably all part of the same dream because of the similar contents.

It was early in the morning; my guess is that the time was around 7:00 AM. I was lying in my bed with my eyes closed; the unusually light and airy duvet cover was up to a little below my chin, and the bedroom was pitch-black. No light whatsoever was coming in from the single window on the wall, which was on the wall opposite of where I was facing: I was on my stomach, my head half-sunk into my pillow but turned towards the door of my room. The door was open, which led to a hallway adjacent to the entrance of my room; if you were to turn left, walk a few feet and turn right, the stairs were right there. They led downstairs to the main level of the house. There was a very, very faint yellow light coming from the hallway, most likely from downstairs, although there was no apparent light source - it was just a faded wash of a slight lighting over the entire room.

In bed I felt very tired, like a stone. I didn't want to get up but I knew that it was time for school, so I slowly pushed the covers back; they bunched up like an accordion - I usually fold them back, but I didn't catch onto the fact that I was dreaming quite yet. It was when I actually stood up that I suddenly became aware enough to question if I was in a dream. I didn't do an RC, but I simply knew that I was asleep at a fairly low level of awareness. I looked at my night table, which was right next to my bed (and therefore beside me once I got out of bed), and noticed I didn't have an alarm clock at all there, even though there should've been one.

I didn't say anything, though.

Moments later, once I was out of bed, I heard my dad in the lower level of the house shouting at me in a very stern, tense voice to "get downstairs!"

This terrified me, and I had this creeping feeling that the dream was going to become a nightmare if I just stood there. So I opened the door of my room a bit more to go through it, and I took a running leap into the hallway. The hallway was adjacent to my bedroom, with the wall opposite of the door only being a half-wall. Past that, if you were to look down, you'd be seeing the first floor. On the wall past this half-wall was a big window, and this is where I jumped into. I leaped onto the half-wall with a big jump and then glided right into the glass; however, I didn't smash it; I merely went through it like a ghost.

It was very dark outside so I couldn't see practically anything, but I was beginning to lose lucidity anyways. I flapped my arms and kicked my legs once I got three or four feet outside the window, which didn't do much - I didn't pick up speed or even move forward that much. I was just suspended.

I woke up in my bed.

Or, did I?

In actuality, I had just entered a false awakening, and it was the same scenario as before. This time, however, my dad's voice didn't come from downstairs, but in the hallway, quite a few feet away from the door of my room. I ran and jumped through the window again, still slightly conscious, but met the same predicament where I was floating, getting nowhere.

I woke up one more time into the dream but this time, my dad's voice was coming from inside my room, which was very dark like before. It was a whisper this time, situated behind me (I was lying on my side facing my room's door again) - I didn't waste any time bolting out of bed and making a total beeline for the window. The same thing happened and at this point, I had just enough awareness left to start freaking out, wondering this time if my dad would be able to reach through the window and grab my foot, pulling me back in...

Then I woke up for real.

I did many reality checks after that P.O.S. dream.

This post is about a guy named Frank Kepple and I just read a compilation of all his posts in a PDF document.
I thought instead of me redoing all trials and erors I could learn from his 20 years pracctise and forum activity!

He sais that he have been able to "Project" in 30 seconds and have had experienced that have last for some minutes to some hours.

Well his posts speak for themself so I will just quote him here:

"No, I'm not saying that at all. You do not "need" anything to project. Any physically and
mentally normal person already has everything they need in order to project.
You see, these days people are suffering Astral Information Overload. Problem is,
commercialism is taking over; books need to be sold, pages of information need to be created,
and so forth. Marketing works because, in essence, it fools you into thinking you "need" some
"thing" in order to be a better person, say, or to make your life more secure, or whatever.
Advertisements play on fear and greed and all kinds of circumstances and emotions so you'll
keep buying and buying and buying......
But don't get me wrong, I do realise where you are coming from. I just want to make clear the
big mistake I see people making, time and again, is they think they need some "technique" in
order to project. No, the act of projection is a totally NATURAL event.
However, what you DO need (or at least what most of us seem to need) is relaxation coupled
with a little meta-physical imagery. So as to kick-start the process of bringing ourselves to the
mental point where projection WILL happen (NOTE: The key word to remember here is "little").
Have you ever noticed that the sexiest pictures of women, the pictures that really stimulate the
most, tend to be the ones where they are NOT fully naked? That's because they tantalise the
mind and stimulate it into developing elements of creative fantasy in order to "fill the gaps".
Which, in turn, can very quickly stimulate an erection.
So the million-dollar question is: How can we "tantalise the mind" into stimulating projection?
Okay, the first thing we need to do is to simply relax. Not relax in any particular way necessarily.
No, all you need is to simply do nothing more than just lie down on your back and relax... what
could be more natural than that?
But what has happened is, the marketing-boys have latched onto this and have provided us with
an amazing plethora of so-called "techniques"... "Buy my latest Power Technique... No, buy my
Super-Power Technique... Hey, over hear, I've got a Super-Power Technique that doubles as a
10-Minute blah, blah, blah, Technique all rolled into one... No, listen to me, I've got the latest
Advanced Super-Duper Power Two-Minute Projection Blaster... and if that fails, next week
comes the very latest Projection BlasterII that's guaranteed to relax & project more than any
other, or your money back!"
And so it goes on, ad nauseum.
I was flipping through Astral Dynamics yesterday when I came across a section where problems
had occured from using the Rope Technique. One person ended up with a pile of rope on the
floor; another kept hitting the ceiling, and so forth. What these people have done is to develop
(or perhaps they already did have) brilliant powers of creative visualisation. But that is all they
have done.
Alright, maybe having such an attuned creative power will come in handy in their physical life.
Especially if they are a designer of some kind. But it is not at all necessary for Astral Projection.
In fact, I maintain that it can quite possibly interfere with the entire projection process.
Projection occurs when you shift your focal point of awarenes from behind your physical eyes
and move it upwards to the point I described in a previous post to this thread. That is really all
you need to do.
Your focal point of awareness is simply the part of your brain that gives you the five physical
senses of smell, touch, taste, hearing and eyesight. Plus, it allows you to think about things and to
remember events.
Right, so inside the front part of your brain, about where I told you to imagine the red dot, is a
portion of the brain that has the ability to see the Astral region(s). Imagine that the Astral regions
are the VHF FM waveband (in the UK it's 88 to 108 megahertz) and that the portion of the brain
I'm telling you about is an FM radio. But also imagine that this radio has no loudspeaker - just a
headphone outlet.
So now imagine a situation where the radio is switched-on and tuned to a station; and you are
standing next to the radio wearing a pair of headphones. But the headphones are not plugged in.
In other words, the radio is receiving and playing a signal; and you are standing there with
everything you need to hear it; but you can't actually hear anything... until... you do the simple
act of plugging in the headphones and bingo! Instantly you hear the station.
In the physical body, your focal point of awareness are the headphones. The part of the brain that
connects to the Astral is the switched-on radio. When you shift your focal point of awareness
upwards... you plug in the headphones.
It really is that simple.
So just lie back, relax, and imagine making that connection by using a little meta-physical
imagery. You can climb an imaginary rope, or imagine putting your sense of physical awareness
in an elevator, or anything like that will do. The simpler and the plainer it is the better.
Also, and this is HIGHLY EFFECTIVE, let your eyes roll back so they are looking upwards.
You see, this is SO HIGHLY EFFECTIVE because your focal point of awareness, when you are
awake, tends to follow the eyes. Point the eyes up, and your focal point of awareness goes...
At first, you may experience stress in the eye muscles. So relax them until the strained feeling
goes away and try again. Try to concentrate on not physically holding the eyes up. Just let them
roll back naturally. Which they WILL do after just a little practise.
You know when you are doing it right, because there will come an instant when suddenly you
thought you heard something; or maybe you thought you detected some kind of shadow or
movement. At which point the eyes will try to look. Which will have the effect of immediately
halting the process. So you will have to start again. This may happen quite a number of times at
first, but at least you will know you are on the right track!
So please, as a little experiment, put aside all thoughts of using any kind of technique. Simply lie
back, gently relax, and let your eyes roll back and imagine your awareness drifting upwards. It is
important that you take things very slowly, and handle your mind very gently. It is rather like if
you were physically handling a new-born baby. Think of the protective gentleness you would
feel towards that tiny new-born soul. Now imagine the same thing, but in mental terms.
Please always bear in mind: YOU CANNOT "MAKE" PROJECTION HAPPEN!!!
Successful projection is all about creating the right circumstances where you simply let it
happen. Understand that conscious-exit projection is a gentle and graceful process. The slightest
hint of any kind of mental harshness totally scuppers the whole thing!
Yours,

Frank"

By reading Frank's post I realise that my friend Fredrik was very accurate in his explanation and I am shocked over how he managed to figure this out all by himself. I understand now that there is no "TECHNQUE" that is bullet proof and all you have to do is actually to just hit a switch or shift your awareness. The problem is to find that switch...

I hope that you find his and this post inspiring. Now I just have to find my way to flick the switch!

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! This entire week's been full of weird and intense dreams and last night was no exception. I intended to take some G+C but after waking up from two nightmarish dreams I changed my mind.

23.00: Sleep

09.00: Zombie Apocalypse
I'm in my apartment. Monica, my friend Felix and his girlfriend are there too and we're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, trying to survive. I walk towards the kitchen while looking out through the window. The apartment is next to a big square, which is now filled with zombies. A few of them notice me and starts waving and running towards the building. Luckily I'm on the seventh floor so they can't do much harm. I start boiling some pasta water. I turn on the TV and it shows a view of my apartment building. The zombies down below are throwing cobble stones and are reaching as far up as the apartment underneath.

'Damn they're getting smarter...' Felix's girlfriend appears. We watch as they set a big truck on fire at the base of the building. "They almost seem human again" I say. She nods. We both realise that we're doomed if we stay.

The dream skips. I enter the building several days or weeks earlier. A few zombies stand completely still in the stairs. They appear to be sleeping and I pass by, making sure I don't touch them. I take the seven flight of stairs and there are sleeping zombies all over the place. I get to the top where my apartment is. A big party seems to be going on. I get in, nodding to the two guards with sub machine guns standing guard. People are having a real good time. There's disco lights going on and everything, but I'm not in the mood. "Everyone get out! The party is over!" People starts to get out.

All of a sudden I hear screams coming from the door. 'Oh shit the zombies have awakened!' I run towards it and try to close it. A woman tries to get in and I can't get it shut. "Help me!" she screams franticly. I slam myself at the door and it shuts. I turn the lock. I look out the peephole and the woman is standing there, scratching at the door like she's crazy. The two guys with the sub machine guns are still there, along with a few others. "Keep an eye on this door" I tell them. I have no idea what happened to them later.

09.00: Huge ass pike
I'm with my brother Martin at a big lake. We're fishing. I use a colourful lure intended for pike and cast it out. I make sure it ends up in a well lit up place in the water and can see a small pike trailing it. "You won't catch anything with that thing!" my brother mocks me. I refuse to give up and give it a few more tries. All of a sudden a huge and long shadow appears in the water. A pike is chasing my lure, and it looks like the snake from the movie "Anaconda." It doesn't bite and when I pull my lure out of the water it just sits there. I look more closely at it. Its entire body must be more than ten meters, and it's in a large U-shape.

I cast the lure out and it sticks to its head. I hold on as it tries to pull the rod out of my hands, I have no hopes of catching this beast. All of a sudden we start talking somehow. Monica appears and it asks me if we want to go for a ride. "Nah I'm good" Monica says. Me and my brother agree to do it though and we jump up on its back where two plastic surfing boards are. I grab onto the pike below the water and we take off. I can't believe how fast we're going. The other side of the lake is approaching fast and I have to make small jumps not to hit my face on the lines going across the waters.

Just before we crash onto land I jump off and dive into the water. Two people are watching us from a small boat on land. I hear a "Wohooo!" nearby and realise it's the pike. It's under a boat where a small pocket of air is. I go there and do a few "woohoo's" myself. I get out of there and head towards the middle of the lake when all of a sudden something stabs me in the chest. I feel my warm blood gushing out of a knife wound where my heart is. One of the guys on land was apparently an assassin and swims away from me.

10.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! I had another dream but I can't be bothered to write it down as it wasn't very interesting. I did lose two teeth, which is kinda cool.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

We had some severe weather through here last night with tornado watches and warnings, so I stayed up until 4 AM when they canceled the alerts just in case I needed to get the family to the basement. Fortunately the bad weather passed over us with no damage, but I couldn't make myself sleep past 11, so I didn't get as much sleep as I'd have liked. My body seems to be stuck on it's schedule so at least while I didn't get much sleep, most of it was REM sleep since the daylight hours are usually when I dream!

Dream One (fragment): I woke up from this dream so sleepy I just rolled over and went back to sleep. I thought to myself I'll have no problem remembering this dream because it's pretty much what I expected for my first dream. Unfortunately, now I can't remember the actual dream. All I remember is that it had Tornados in it, which I figured it would since I spent several hours watching the news's special reports on the areas Tornados and sever winds in case any of them got close to us.

Dream Two: I have no clue what influenced this one. I was sitting on my bed using the laptop to check facebook. I notice that my ex from seven years ago had posted that he was having trouble playing sims while he was laying in bed or something. I think to myself, should I reply and give him some advice? or would that be awkward since I haven't talked to him since we broke up and it was a messy breakup? I decide to go ahead and send him a link to a pillow that my dream self seems to think is awesome for playing the sims with. Then I get all nervous and uncomfortable and wonder if I shouldn't have done that, but it's too late, so I think I'll distract myself by sending something to my best friend. I start looking up pictures from the movie Tangles because she really liked that movie, and I find one of Rapunzel. I post it on my best friends page, and after I post it I realize that I accidentally posted it on my ex's page not my best friends. I get embarrassed, and don't think about being able to delete it. I decide to go for a drive to cool off. I start driving not really paying attention to where I was going, and somehow end up at my ex's mom's house. I curse as I drive by thinking I probably look like a stalker all of a sudden, sending him messages on facebook and driving my his house on the same day when I have purposefully avoided him for years because of the drama that happened when we split. I drive home, and then get a phone call from his mom asking me to come over. I'm reluctant, but I go anyways thinking he probably doesn't spend much time with his mom as old as he is now. I get to his moms house and she tells me that he was somewhere else today, and I'm relieved. She wants my help with facebook or something, so I help her on her computer, then my best friend shows up. My ex's mom says she invited A over because she figured I'd be uncomfortable there by myself, and I am so relieved that she's there, because a moment later my ex shows up with a girl in tow and I can't help but feel like she hates me just because I'm an ex who's suddenly posting on his facebook and visiting his mom. I tell his mom I need to go, that A and I were supposed to be working on a project about Rapunzel today and we're running out of time. A plays along, and we quickly leave. We get in my car (which is actually mys husbands camaro) and start driving up the road, when a sporty car pulls out in front of us, it's dark grey almost black. The car fishtails as it pulls out, then it nearly hits a teen on a bike I recognize as one of my neighborhood's kids. Then the driver of the car swerves towards a ditch, and the driver jumps out as his car drives off to who knows where. I stop the car and get out to be sure the neighbors kid is ok and that the driver isn't hurt either. The kid on the bike is fine, and the driver turns out to be the oldest kid in the neighborhood. I'm not sure if he's actually old enough to drive yet or not :/ I offer to take them home, especially since the one is holding his side like his ribs are hurting. They decline saying they're fine, but I insist so they let me walk with them at least. A drives my car home, and I follow the kids to some stone wall with a little alcove type thing cut out into it just big enough to lay on. The older kid gets on it and I suddenly have a blanket that I'm covering him up with. The younger kid says he's going to go get their parents, and I decide to go back to the road and wait for A to pick me up. I'm walking towards the road and see a car pulling up when my daughter wakes me up because she had a night mare.

Dream Three: I'm at some kind of flea market or outside festival. There's an off white tent that draws my attention. I walk inside, and there are several girl in there dressed like they're at the renaissance festival. Some are dressed like normal medieval woman, others like the belly dancers, and others like faeries. Lots of them have feather hats and hair pieces that I think are beautiful. They all seem happy to see me, and surround me asking me how my life is and saying how long it's been since they've seen me. I tell them I'm fine, and I just stopped in for a visit when I saw their tent, then I notice there's a table with some fliers so I walk over and start to pick one up. Before I can though a girl behind the table says she knew I was going to return this year, and she had already prepared my outfit for the summer theme. She drags it out from under the table and winks saying she had a feeling today she would need it and she was right! It's a cute shorts outfit, the kind where the shorts and shirt are the same material and sewn together (I think it's called a romper?) and the shirt has a draw string that ties above the breasts but no straps. I tell her it's cute, but then I realize the shorts are very short looking, and the fabric between the legs is only a half inch wide. I think to myself that this probably won't be comfortable to wear and it probably going to be very X rated once it's on because it's so short and tight. Then the dream provides me with an explanation that this is sort of like a brothel, only they just entertain with no actual sex. I thank the girls and tell them I've missed them, but I'm not sure I'm ready to come back. They all seem sad, and I excuse myself so they wont try to change my mind. When I leave the tent, a cute little furry brown and white animal runs up in front of me and looks up. I bend over to pick him up, and realize I'm wearing a long skirt. The critter is under my skirt when I'm standing, but when I bend over the skirt swishes back so it's not under it anymore and the critter makes a cute little squeaky noise. It's a cute critter, kind of like a guinea pig with a long tail, not like a rat. I hold it one hand and pet it with the other, then bringing it right up to my face and rub my nose against its nose. (My dream self is soooo smart that thing could have had rabies or something, lol) I decide to take it with me, and start walking again. I find myself walking up to a huge Victorian home, and let myself in thinking it's the kind of place you just walk in without needing to knock. There's an old woman standing in the entrance, and she looks at me with big eyes for a minute, then starts fussing at me asking where I've been and when I was planning on coming back. I then realize this is the brothel like place the tent was advertising. I'm not very comfy suddenly, but the little critter in my hand starts chirping furiously back at the woman and it's very comical. Then a tall super skinny man with glasses and blond hair (in hindsight, he reminds me of Able from Trinity Blade) he grabs the little critter by the tail and it starts kicking and squirming furiously being held up by it's tail. The man says, "Oh, I see you've found my younger brother!" and then he tosses the critter to the side. It hits the wall and then slides down it to hit the floor. As soon as it hits the floor, it turns into a guy probably around 20 with long black hair. He's rubbing his head complaining that being thrown hurt. I say I need to go home, and the black haired guy offers to go with me. I tell him I'm fine by myself, but he insists. the next thing I can remember I'm walking down a dirt path on my way home, and the guy is beside me in the form of a snake. He's chattering away but I'm not paying attention. Suddenly I ask, "Why are you here again?" and he says, "To protect you of course!" to which I reply, "From what? Alligators or something?" He suddenly pulls back as if scared and says, "Alligators are the transportation of choice for Borrowers! If we seen an Alligator we're running away!" I find it humorous that he's scared of Borrowers because they're sooo tiny. But just the the path opens up to a small muddy creek, and there's an alligator, with two female borrowers on top! They're steering it with reins of some kind. I kind of laugh to myself thinking wow, what a coincidence! but the snake guy is hanging back, frozen in fear. The borrowers look up at me like they're scared too, but I notice their reins are caught. I speak softly to them and say I'm not going to hurt them, I'd like to help them fix their reins if they don't mind. The look back and forth at one another, as if trying to decide if that's a good idea or not, then nod to me as if to say Ok, help us. The Alligators legs turn into wheels, and I get the rein that was caught under the wheels out and straighten them all out before handing them back to the Borrowers. They say thank you, and I tell them no problem and smile. Then I notice there's a door ahead, so I open it for them. As they go through the door I realize it looks like my bedroom door and wake up again. Looking back fully awake, I'm pretty sure that critter guy was looking up my skirt but it was so funny that he was afraid of borrowers, when he could have turned into an elephant and just squished them if they gave him any trouble!

#1 - New New House [Non-Lucid]

I went to see O's new house for the first time (imaginary house, though going to see O's actual new house was what I did during the day). He had become rich and famous or something, the house was gigantic with wide-open spaces and two stories, and of course tons of alcohol. (Makes sense if you know him.) He had a bed that had some special switch on it that lets you make it shift back and forth between a tempurpedic bed with a heating system and a waterbed, and he even had a several-pages-long list of guests who were allowed to come in. His parents, who are really strict and don't know he's ever had alcohol and never want him to ended up coming over. Everything was going fine until they pulled out a breathalyzer and tested him, and he was a little drunk. They stormed out and told him to come with them. We all went out to the front door and turned into a pink ghost and started floating out toward the car, and we all said "Phantom, you don't have to do this!" Someone went after him, then I did too to change his mind, but it turned out it was just someone elses' car and he was just getting it unstuck and had always intended to stay. I was happy and told him I wanted to try his awesome bed! It jumps forward a bit to at night, apparently I had passed out in the bed so I got up to let him have it back and sleep on a couch. There was a TV screen on that showed the amount of beer in his bedside cooler and had a visualizer that went along with the sounds in the house. o_o (Or as O put it, "the 'verse".) It was dark because all the lights were out but he showed me to some blankets and pillows and I put them on the couch, and he talked about how he was so full and tired because he made the bad decision of eating a lot of bread even after going through all that drama, which he referred to as "Hell McMisery". After that we laughed and I laid down, then I woke up.

#2 - Down The Rabbit Hole [DILD]

I went to go meet with a girl, S, who I had a rather embarrassing encounter with once in mid high school, but have known since middle school. And when I say "rather", I mean "extremely", and I'm not going to go into it. >_< She finally shows up in the room I'm in (it looks almost like a living room/kitchen in a trailer house?) but has no desire to see me, and I don't blame her, but I tell her some really cryptic and trippy thing about how "the rabbit will show you the truth", then I leave and it jumps forward to me walking down the side of a road. A car full of gigantic evil-looking bunny ears headbands (and also wearing some) pulls up but then drives off when I try to get into it and I get mad. I keep walking and become lucid, and another car with an actual driver but still filled with those same evil headbands drives by. I reach out my hand and say "Flagged!" and it pulls over, but as I turn to see it (it drove slightly behind where I was) I see a highly attractive woman walking down the street. I lift my hand again to the car and say "Fired!" and it drives off. I move my hand over to the woman and say "Flagged!" again and she walks over to me. She's blonde, stunning, and wearing some super erotic futuristic stripper-like outfit but manages to pull it off in a classy way with how gorgeous she was. I asked her if she wanted to make out with me, and she looks at me odd and I say "Come on, I'm the Easter bunny. :<" She looks like she's considering it but then things start going blurry and I'm like fuckfuckfuck gotta stabilize! And I intend to reach out to her but then the dream ends.

Sketch2 is my new journal.

Anyways, the dream was fragmented, and I'm writing this three hours after it happened.

I remember two main events; getting my bowl, and getting drunk.

I'll start with the second event, because I'm forgetting it fast.

I don't ever drink. Alcohol has never agreed with me, but in the dream I was playing a game where I had to drink certain amounts of alcohol to pass to the next level, where the amount was even greater. I remember getting past 15, 40, 45, 50, 150, 445, so on. I don't know what the number represent, but I remember that if you lost, the whole board got bigger. ie. that 445 started out as like 145 before I kept losing. I don't remember how you lost, but it was probably just defocusing. Anyways, I remember finally beating the game and feeling infinite copies of the world in my head. It was like I was lagging in real life, I felt myself duplicating and falling behind, it sucked. Getting drunk sucks.

Before this though, I got my bowl in the mail. I ordered a bowl online to smoke legal herbs (salvia) and I paid quite a hefty amount. I am still waiting for it, too.

Anyways, in the dream I opened the package and pulled it out, and it was only like 2" long. I was pissed, but I noticed it had a bunch of resin, so I took some hits, and that was nice. I didn't really get high obviously, but it was a nice feeling.

03.03.2012

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dream 1: Sex with Apartment Neighbor (Almost) (WILD)
I'm getting somewhat better at this WILDing thing, it used to be a pain for me, but I think I'm getting used to this passive awareness thing that I've been failing in most, if not all my dream journal entries before the last WILD/DEILD entry I had from this one.

Optimal time seems to be 20 minutes for WBTBs for me, but I just have to keep practicing, because this thing is starting to get easy for me, I just need to gather the mentality and think about Alyzarin as my motivation to balance between staying conscious and intentionally "passing out" for the WILD.

As I'm experiencing SP, I was listening to some song that sounded like the Sad Theme Song on Naruto, and I wanted to listen to it again because I felt that it would trigger the SP.

I didn't know I was in the dream state as yet, but I am moving. I think I go back to bed to try and get into SP.
Then I already know I'm dreaming as I'm being pulled into the dream state when I did a nose plug DC and could breathe through my nose just barely.

It was a little difficult at first, and the dream was mostly me trying to open my eyes gradually out of fear that I might open my waking life eyes.

The dream starts fading on me and I'm back to waking up again, and then I do another nose plug RC to make sure I'm dreaming, I'm walking further within my apartment complex, until I decided to stop walking when I'm near the door to leave the apartment.

I lie down, because I feel like I'm going to fade away in the dream, did another nose plug RC. I rub my hands for a while and screamed "Clarity!" and "More Awareness!" I think I end up on my bed again, and I ask myself if I'm dreaming. I roll my body until I land on the floor, (and the fact that my laptop wasn't near me was funny too). I do another nose plug RC. (I know I did this somewhere in the dream, but I had some many times I did an RC that I couldn't remember exactly when).

I think I said to myself that I want to meet my Dream Guide, but as I open the door, I find myself outside of my apartment complex.

Then one thought in my mind without even saying much was to fuck the girl two doors away from me at my apartment complex. As I get closer to the door, I see it open, and I quickly hide behind the ledge so she wouldn't see me.

I knew I was dreaming, but I don't know why I would hide from her if she is nice to me in waking life anyway.

Apparently, she's on the phone and she's has her back turned to the left side, and I'm on the right side hiding behind the ledge near the whole apartment complex.

So I make a quick dash to go inside her house, and I walk slowly in it. It ground has red carpet flooring, completely different from my really light brownish carpet flooring.

She had a huge bed in near the entrance, and I thought the apartment would be a lot bigger, but I didn't focus on it for too long. She had a lamp to the side of her bed, which gave off a small yellow light.



She finally comes in the apartment, and looks at me, and she is almost done with her cellphone chat with whoever. I look at her, just feeling the anticipation of having sex with her. She looks at me, but she doesn't panic, she says tells whoever she's speaking to on the phone that she'll talk to them later.

She hangs up, and I'm trying my best to contain my emotions of just going crazy towards this woman and screwing her like mad. She asks me who am I with a calm tone.

I told her it's nice to meet you, and I believe I called her "Amy"??? or something along those lines.

I get her closer to me, getting closer to touching her ass, and slowly shifting both of us on to some kind couch. But when this happens the dream starts to fade.

But the look on her face was priceless, she just stood there in shock, but she just let me do this to her, and it felt so good to do it even though the dream faded away.



To be honest, I think I met her on the dream plane. I wonder how she'll react to me now in waking life.

Damn it DAMN IT DAMN IT! I could've had sex with my female apartment neighbor two doors to the left of me!


Dream 2: Running and Chasing

I honestly don't know what the hell is going on in this dream. I believe I'm inside of a car with someone, and apparently there's this person who has some vehicle that can go very fast to make some type of weapon that is usually weak much more efficient and deadly if enough force was applied to it.

I believe there were objects that looked like mini-C4s on the vehicle I'm in with someone. I couldn't make out their face, but I'm assuming it's a female (lol Alyzarin?!?!?...but it was so hazy for me to remember, but then again, she had a dream where I was hazy as well when I was lucid, and I can't remember who was in the car with me) .



The environment was like a neighborhood that was uphill most of the time, The road looked pretty new because the black tar didn't have the faded gray color. The area had a decent amount of huge trees with green leaves that were vibrant.

I think me or someone was trying to get the C4 looking devices out of the roof, window, and hood of the vehicle. Then I focus my attention to someone far away, and it looks like some girl with the detonator for the C4s, at least that's what I thought it looked like.

She was smiling at me like she's crazy or something, and I decided to tell the person who was near me that we needed to get the hell away from the car.

As I'm running to find the person with the detonator, I see a route that looks like a shortcut, or at least a route that the person with the detonator wouldn't try to find us at, so that we could surprise her.

I tell the person that I can't remember to come over here instead, they weren't listening, and I decided to go down this shortcut that ended up me going downstairs. This was weird because we were at an uphill neighborhood, and to have these stairs was a bit random.



But I go down this path, and suddenly it's me being inside a house, and I see some person near the bottom of the stairs.

I stop, thinking it might be the girl with the Detonator. At first I see a girl who looks blonde, but it shifts to a girl who looks a lot like a girl I know in real life. Let's call her "Sarah B." She's just standing there, and for some odd reason, I'm afraid of her.

(She's a really a positive person in waking life, I never realized why she was nice to me while she was silly towards her friends. She has black hair, but this is just so I know which Sarah to distinguish from the other Sarahs I met in waking life).

Before I started to accept the fact that this female was Sarah, it looked like it was a blonde female, and she looked pretty pissed from the view I'm looking down the stairs.

Her face was face down, and I could just feel she was pissed over something, but other than that, I see Sarah now.

To retaliate at her finding where I am, I throw a water bottle in a plastic bag I think. I'm pretty accurate at throwing it right at her breasts.



Sarah makes that "kah" sound in response as she's grabbing the object I threw at her, and she screams my name, "Brandon!!!!??!?"

I don't know what I did next, and I believe the dream shifts to where I'm meeting all sorts of females, some familar and some random, but it was too sporadic for me to even care about what happened after that.

Dream 3: Someone makes New RR&CC Thread

I had a dream that someone on the forums was complaining that the Rant and Rave, Cry and Complain Thread was getting slightly out of hand, so they decided to make a thread that basically served the same purpose of RR&CC.

The new thread gets locked.

LD18 since 02-17-12: I read the task for March last night and it was to enter into a chapter of a favorite book and interact, or something like that. I could not decide before bed what book would work. I thought of a couple but was not sure what I would like to live out. I decided to see if an idea came to me based on whatever was going on the next time I became lucid.
This is a DILD as I had no time to try a WILD and just got lucky. I found myself on a peir with woman and was already lucid. I may have had other lucid parts leading to this, but can not recall what they were. I again had to heavily sedate myself, to get enough sleep, because of my intense work schedule. I find it limits my recall and control drastically. I remembered that I was supposed to enter a chapter in a book, and this looked a lot like the first chapter in "Odd Hours" an Odd Thomas book by Dean Koontz. I love Odd Thomas books so I figure I could transform this into the first chapter of that book.
I pictured that I was Odd Thomas, he has special phsycic like abilities and can see the dead. I tried to remember the idea of the first chapter. He is on a peir , meets a girl with a secret, and bad guys show up who he leads away from the girl.
I made the image blur out and come back so that I was now in the story. I looked around and here come the bad guys. I told her to sneak off. I think parts of the chase scene got lost to poor recall. I also had only the vauge lucidity where you know your dreaming, but can not always effect things and don't think very clearly.
I lead them around a carnaval on the board walk, and then find the girl in a carnaval tent. She tells me about a prop cannon, and I think that I will somehow influence the dream to use this cannon, but the dream just moves along against my wishes.
We find an aquaduct and climb down it into the dark waste deep in water. For awhile we seem safe and the water felt very real but had hot parts and cold parts. I suddenly get some kind of Odd Thomas preception and can see in my minds eye that two bad guys have found us and are about to climb up the aquaduct.
At this point I decide the female from "Odd Hours" is to weak, and she really should be Stormy Luellen from the pre-quel graphic novels. Stormy is tough and carries a gun. I picture that the next scene it will be Stormy there. We are in a large underground area with pipes spanning a drop off. Stormy is there and handling one bad guy, somehow.
Odd Thomas is not really a tough guy, but relise on a special kind of luck and timing. I decide to stay in character I should follow my instinct and hope for a random thing to save me. I cross the pipes and my bad guy slips and hits his head and falls down the dark drop off.
We come up at a collapsed place near a railroad track, and Officer Porter is there and gives us some kind of clues about bodies found somewhere and a warehouse.
The next scene we pass by a couple houses where a dog has killed a cat. The owners are arguing about if the dog went in the cat's yard. Odd Thomas sees dead people, so I look around and see a mangled cat spirit. I pick it up and ask it to show me if it was in its own yard when the dog got it. It showed me the bent tines on the fence where the dog got over.
Then we are at some warehouse and a final fight scene happens with some bad guy in a crazy leather out fit and mask. I use a burning propane tourch to force the bad guy to surrender. It turns out to be a woman. Me and Stormy use zip ties to bind her hands and the dream ends.