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I myself have never considered dreaming as being important or interesting or evan controllable but since learning everything there is to know about dreaming i am now setting myself the challenge of learning Lucid Dreaming!

This dream was interesting and futuristic like many of my dreams. I plan on posting my most memorable ones periodically.

March 29, 2011

"All you need is a foreign tour guide, and this guide will take you through the map of dreams--to any parallel earth in time."

We were in a room I had been before, fleeting glimpses of past and future swirled around with magical glimpses of surreal and primal wants.

I walked along a city, there were tall highways that reached up into the sky.

I entered this large building in France. Perhaps in Paris, France. "How did you get in here?" Someone asked me. I told them I had a tour guide.

The place was a giant museum...basically, an empty chamber with towering walls of black marble, etched into the marble was locations, names, identities. Something about it was mystical, mythical, unsettling. They were busy, people rushed through but I was in awe of the names. I knew I had to look at them. They looked like the names of vets of a war too, like in DC.

There was more, but I don't remember it all.

Then I had an intensely sexual run in with someone, that stayed with me.

So this girl asked me how I got there, and I told her because I couldn't help it I was so excited...she was younger, and she asked how she could get a foreign tour guide so she could travel between realms as well.

The oddest thing about the dream was that I had a gut feeling I was dreaming. But what made me mad to them was that I thought it was a dream! This happens a lot in my dreams, dream people think I'm crazy when I realize or tell them I'm dreaming. I didn't tell anyone it was a dream, but I knew.

Then I heard, finally, "That's it. We're going in and getting her out." She sounded and looked like Hillary Clinton.

Suddenly I was pulled like through a tunnel, I saw men in black and they started chasing me. I jumped and had a fleeting glimpse of the room and bed as if it was just another fleeting dream. Then I woke up with a jolt realizing, wait--no this was my true reality.

I can only describe this in limited detail, if I could make a movie of those fleeting glimpses with a good budget---it would be awe inspiring. My dreams are like films, lucid, colorful full of light and beauty as well as sound and motion.

Jan 3 2011

I wondered exactly how I got there. It felt there was a surreal fog sweeping over me, choking me with terror. I watched the planes soaring high, then crashing down into oblivion. People poured into buses, evacuating the city like good citizens that they were. But I was not about to be shuttled to another cage. I was not one of them.

I had already been running, as far as I could in my drug induced panic, from the police. I had been running because I had caused another disturbance. In some ways, I felt the explosion had been my fault. The fear gripped my lungs, and I coughed at the gaseous smoky stench. How the hell was I going to outlive this one?

For one split second, I had been running from the scene. In another terrorizing second, the escape had been replaced by instinctual panic. I knew they were coming for me. I wasn't exactly sure what I had done this time. I believe it had something to do with unloading my rifle into the oppressor's stomach. The man Jimmy, my dealer, who had tried to beat me to a pulp and laced me with something from some new age drug.

The crazy stuff was starting to affect my judgment. That and the explosions that were blowing our city to a crisp. One corporate chain, one house with three children, one ghetto crack house, all the same fate. Yes, and in some way it felt comforting to me. To feel as though people were partaking in the terror I had always felt. The doom of mankind. The depression of a non-existent God to save us all.

Stopping for a second I clutched my heart, feeling it pounding with excitement and fear. There was no where else to go. I was on someone's property, but would they care now that we were brethren again? That I was a crook and a cheat would escape them. I ran to the cellar and tore it open. The wind and dust suddenly replaced by dark ebbing silence.

In the cellar it was very dark and dismal. It wreaked of plant foliage and flesh. It was as if I had stumbled into a Jurassic park of sorts. Making my way through the garbage, I stumbled over a table with specimens in bottles. Did I have my lighter? I hoped so, fishing through my pockets. I swore under my breath with relief. I had my butane lighter; thank god! When I flicked the torch on, I was taken aghast by what I saw.

The specimens were foreign to me. It seemed as though this was the home of some wacky scientist. But the specimens were not what really took my breath away, it was the expanse of the cellar. I wandered off toward something that felt it was pulling me toward it through both fear and curiosity. Suddenly, another explosion went off. I ran toward the blue glimmering, and found myself face to face with an immense aquarium.

There was plant life in the aquarium, and creatures were swimming about that seemed to have been taken from the bottom of the sea. Feeling the awe take over me, I walked toward the stairs and gazed down into the sea life. Another explosion sent me crouching.

"Who are you?" An old man snapped from down below.

"Uh, uh, name's Gerald. I was taking refuse from the bombs."

And so began our friendship, we spent the next 48 hours cooped up in the bomb shelter exchanging interesting stories. But Darren's stories were the most interesting, of course. Darren was once a diver, but the intrigue of sea-life caused him to study marine biology. He began collecting specimens of sea life, and then had experimented on their DNA to create new life forms.

After the attacks were over, Darren asked me to repay him for shelter by giving a blood sample. I couldn't say no, this man was a genius. He told me to close my eyes as he drew blood. I peaked, and to my utter shock realize his motives. Had he wanted to mix human DNA with sea specimen DNA? A completely new life form would be created from my DNA. I knew this...he knew it. It was an unspoken agreement.

But I had no idea that my DNA would cause the worst creatures imaginable. That my true nature was like that of a beast, and my DNA would slowly infect every cell in their mutant bodies. Creating a new form of life that resembled self-replicating trolls. I came back to visit him, and when I went to the cellar I found a million of these short stubby creatures, with large man-eating teeth. One of them was not enough to take me down, but a million? They kept multiplying.

I told him he had to stop. I told him I would not be a part of this. And then one day he simply disappeared off the face of the earth. I got a group of friends together, to try and stop the creatures from ever escaping the cellar...but the trolls were too strong. And so, I guess it was the final vengeance of God to create a new breed of human-like creatures. For now millions of trolls walk the earth, and strange mutant creatures have re-created the world into an inescapable survival game.

I don't want to go into alot of detail, because I don't know how to make this entry private. So I'll put what I can in as vague a way as possible.

Last nights LDs were memorable in several ways, mainly in the technique used to attain lucidity:

1. All 3 were successful DEILDs (which is usually really hard for me, I ordinarily just DILD)
2. All 3 were successful gender swaps
3. In the 3rd one, I didn't lose lucidity too soon, via some old tried and true techniques

First of all, concerning DEILDs, I was on a roll last night. They took little effort, and happened quickly! I went straight from a few moments of hypnogogic images and then boom, lucid. My self-awareness was consistent from being awake, to the images, then the LD. I was so happy, but I kept getting that "feeling tired within the dream, leading to waking up" problem. Even dream blindness one time. I just kept yelling "More Lucidity Pleeeeeease" and it would lock it in for a few moments. One time, I felt that tiredness and was afraid I might wake up, so I did my mirror trick: I lifted my hands and willed a mirror to appear. I looked at my reflection, opened my eyes REALLY WIDE, and they started changing shape and getting all deformed, which locked in the lucidity. But it wasn't until the 3rd LD, that in "that moment", you know, during a naughty LD, where you wake up too soon, I just kept on shouting "More Lucidity" every few seconds. It was a little high maintenance, but I didn't wake up until the deed was complete haha!

HUGE personal triumphs for me. You know folks, I always do better with my LDs when I come back to DV and talk to all you dreamers, discuss techniques.. just, you know, be in the zone. So I give all y'all partial credit Thanks xoxoxo.

Parallell to the music I hear a shocked voice repeatedly: "Who is dead? Who is dead? Who is dead?" I get the view from above of a woman with halflong black hair naked disposed in a crouched sitting position in a plastic bag under the outdrawn desk bench, like a garbage thing place. wow, i thought, at last some paranormal shit. If I continue I'm gonna solve crimes. Then I can write a book.

I didn't remember any of my dreams in the morning. During the night I remember waking up and recalling something like a dream state but no story, just thoughts and assosiated images. No dreams

After my meditation I did a short lying meditation and had some floating and flowing sensations.

Nerf Tag

I have more tattos than usual. One of the tats I remember having was the wing tattoos on the feet. I have those, one on my chest and 2 more on my legs. I was walking around with my dad and my girl friends mom and they were buying something expernive. Or rather they were paying a big motor cycle gang looking white dude to do something. Right before this my gf's mom told me that they had secret dealings with Mexican drug cartels and that she found mexican gang members sexy. At one point I was sitting down and slouching and my [gut] was reaching up and connecting with my chest and this should've freaked me out more than it did. I kept examining it saying "i'm not fat.." Later on...There is a campus wide game of some sort of tag game. It's not my campus and I am in the future but just 10 years or something. I am judging by he clothes. The campus is super modern looking. So this giant game of tag includes every onas a super soaker looking gun full of nerf footballs with the tails (no actual container to house the balls) in my dream, whenever this would could about, I would dodge the whole event feeling too cool or something like that. We the ultimate game is always preceded by a giant party and I'm seeing all of my old friends there and at one point after being antisocial for one reason I go up to a circle of friends and smack one guy on the ass. He was in the middle of telling a joke and everyone walks away from him because of me. he tells me so. Another friend join me and Bobby and we keep talking about how hot emily is looking tonight.

so the party ends and its time for the game. So I go and hide somewhere so I don't have to play but after a time I want to join. I grab a single nerf football (didn't get a gun) and start running around in the night pelting people with the ball and catching it as it bounces back to me. It's a beautiful show of athleticism and everything's going in slow mo to emphasize how awesome I am at this point. Near the end of the game (I'm eliminating hundreds of people) I head into a tunnel to finish it, get a little over zealous and after killing two guys, smash down one guy's corn dog and steal the other guy's skittles. I'm a dick but I don't know it. I'm stuffing my face full of skittles as they complain to me and we all walk back (them up front and me trailing about 10 ft, not secretively but more so because we weren't friends) to the headquarters of the game. I was shoveling skittles into my mouth, feeling like I was expanding as I did. There were counting our class members out loud then I woke up. I could still taste remnants of the skittles...

Fragment
I remember having super powers and being in a place like Deus Ex Machina. I was on a platform of some kind and I had accidently killed someone due to my powers. I couldn't control them OK?. Some guy told me that I shouldn't have killed that person and should try and control my powers.

I was overlooking the police office from a walkway above. I knew today I was going to be able to do my run. I jumped down and began my sprint. I ran through the metal detector as the police guard fell. However, at the door there were around seven police officers all practicing sniping at the range. They each at the time were reloading. They each had a little window for themselves, and a door on each end to run out off. I picked the left door and sprinted out. As I ran out, I somehow heard the police chief on the radio talking to the snipers. He said "Escape in progress, snipers, take him down." I then heard a sniper reply, "Don't worry chief, this is just like sniping those GSC-17s." I was at the end of the parking lot and beginning to run on a road into a neighborhood. They each took a shot and missed. The police chief then went back on the radio and said, "Well, what are you doing? Get in the cars and chase him down, he is still on foot, and there are no forces around him to protect him. Get him!" I knew I had to hide if I were to be safe. I woke up.

End Notes: Very vivid dream. It seemed like video game graphics in a way, but it was very clear.

20.01.2012

1/20/12 No Dream Recall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

No dream recall. I even woke up probably 30 minutes or so before the two alarms I set to wake myself up (I'm still having the fear again of waking up late to only have like 15 minutes to get to my class.

Today is a friday, so after the two classes I have in the morning, that pillow will be slept on for a nap after!

I know I could've recalled some dreams because I woke up naturally, but I decided not to for once.

I feel kind of sad for doing that, but at the same time, I just have to learn that if I can't do it, I can't do it. I might remember it later on, but eh.

Okay, so it is 1/20/12 and I had this dream two days ago.

I dreamt that I walked into a brick and mortar shop with the purpose of forming a basketball league. I was exited about actually playing instead of playing fantasy basketball.
I then began to notice the older gentlemen sitting behind the counter.
As I began focusing on one, (he kind of looked like a less malevolant Henry Kissinger) I could see a series of encounters he had with what I can only call MIB, but I could just as easily call them descendents of the Annunaki who I thought lived underground, but in this dream it seemed this folks lived out of sinc with time as we know it. That's why we would never find them if we tried.
I saw the (henry Kissinger) character in his pursuits to study these folks, he proceded to gather data and attempt to expose them and everytime he got close, one of these beings would step out of time and change something about his time line, thus thwarting his attempts.
In one of the instances, I became him, the year was 1972, I was in a dark movie theatre and I had information that I knew would expose these folks, but then out of no-where a MIB dressed in a black suite and black fidora walked past me at a blinding speed, knocking me back, distorting time and conveying this message, "we can kill you anytime we want, desist your attempts or we will", it was at this point that the Henry Kissinger character gave up his pursuits of this folks.
Now I am back in his shop again, disengaged from his life and he walks up to me and states "do you really want to see what they look like"?
And I saw them as alabaster white figuires whose skin would seem like concrete to us because of the time distortion between us.
Something about how we move in slow motion in comparison.
The Henry Kissinger character then showed me what he considered the only way to kill one, and he handed me a knife that seemed to have a tibetan sacrificial slant to it.
It had threee heads on the hilt all looking away from the center of the knife. It wasn't this, but this is a dead ringer for it. Especially how dull the blade is.

The actual heads on the knife looked a lot more like the cover of the album 10,000 days by tool. Here is the shot I am thinking about.


So the Henry Kissinger guy hands me the knife and then shows me a miniture version of one of these Annunaki hybrids who are who knows how old.
He is in the glass case of the store front and only about a foot long, laying in a state of suspended animation, not really consious.
But the little guy is like stone and instead of stabbing it, I'm chipping at it.
I realize the thing is alive, and that even though it is a foot tall it could kill me if it woke up, but it doesn't wake up.
So I continue to chip away at it.

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This dream sat with me for a while, and I'm writing it down because I think I have an idea what it means.
I have been ingaged in decalcyfing my pineal gland for a few weeks now.
Taking iodine, drinking distilled water, and well I think this dream was trying to tell me this stuff is working.
Also there seems to be a conspiracy theory theme, in the hybrid Annunaki, the MIB, or the Illuminati being the forces responsible for implementing a calcifying effect on our pineal gland in the first place.
Okay, that is all I have.
Thanks

Color Code: Non Lucid: Red , Lucid: Blue

I am in vietnam, i'm standing on a road with around 100 other people, all of a sudden about 200 people come running down the street. A guy is spraying at them with a 50cal Machine gun. He's wiping them all out and everyone's panicking. For some weird reason, mark zuckerberg is there! My brother is also here. We find a hiding place at the top of a road and stand there for a bit. We can see the vietnamease guy still spraying at civilians but from a different angle. We wander up the road onto private property and my brother wanders onto an old mine dump, i tell him to get out immediately and he does. We go astray onto private property again and the vietnamese army come and get us out. Were back at the road. The guy's still spraying down the road and everyone's worried he's going to shoot at us. The dream ends.

Non lucid, still yet to have a lucid dream

I don't remember every detail of the dream since it happened 2 nights ago. However, many details are still fresh in my mind, surprisingly.

I was walking around a hotel hall, with brightly lit lights on the first floor (as I remember seeing the main entrance doors from inside the hotel). I was already inside the hotel when the dream started, also. I recall walking down the hall and hearing a lot of people speaking, like a huge group towards the end of the hall. As I walked through the hallway, there was a desk in the middle, and I saw one of the sales representative managers (a boss) from an old, part-time job I had a few weeks ago. He was sitting down at the desk, talking to a female, albeit enthusiastically.

Later, I found myself going past him. The loud noises disappeared and I found myself in another hallway. There was a window next to the door of one of the rooms (even though I was indoors). I looked into the window; it was tinted. However, I could make out a bed and two people on it with their bedsheets drawn on them. It seemed like a man was having sex with a woman. I quickly looked away, abashed and continued walking down the hall. I passed a few rooms. The doors were closed and the room numbers were all blurry. Otherwise, everything remained brightly lit.

As I walked and walked past these rooms along the hallway, I got to the last room before the staircase. I couldn't enter even though I tried opening it. (In this dream, I assumed that I could walk into any room I wanted, which is strange, I know). I proceeded to the staircase leading...to a previous floor. The handles were gold and the staircase was spiral. Just before I took the first step downwards, I woke up.

I haven't been that active in Lucid Dreaming. Here's an excuse!: I met a girl who I fell in love with, and then we got together and I've been sleeping over there quite much already. And today I'll go to her and sleep over there at the week but, I'll start become active in Lucid Dreaming as my new year promise was.

Today I'd a dream, then I'm not sure if it was before or after the first wake up, I woke up around 6am however and thought it was too early, so I wanted to sleep some more. And as always the past week, I have put 2 time clocks at 9am and 10am so I'm sure I'll wake up in the morning.
It's also decided that my girlfriend and her mum, will pick me up at 13:00 (1pm) today, so I'd to be sure to wake up before that.


Here's the dream:

I were at my city, that slightly looked different. I walked from my past school I'd for a year ago, and I was walking towards home.
I walked on the left side of a road that also had a few stores (well, there was big windows and doors).
Then there were a black big car on the right side of me that just had parked, I heard a voice in English behind me, there was a Swedish woman in maybe 30 years age
- Are you ____ ?, she asked.
I don't know what the name was, but it seemed to be some famous person. The woman in the car who surely were around 25 age said that she is. She gone out from the car and started to walk to the left side where I was walking.
She were in front of me and was to open a door, a quite trashy place on the outside.
I quickly asked
- Are you famous?
She turned around and said "yes". She looked quite good, but not perfect really. I'd in mind she must be some sort of pornstar maybe. The place she were going into, looked like it would be some trashy stripclub or something.
She looked into my eyes and she somehow tried to get me as she opened some of her clothes.
I'd instantly in my mind that I shall not do anything as I already have my girlfriend who I love. So I backed off some and she asked if I want to lick her and later do her.
I told her that I can't and that I got a girlfriend.

It was somewhere here the dream faded away, and I woke up (well, not sure if I did it here, depends if the real time was 6am or 8am), whatever the time was and so,
here's the false awaking:

I woke up from bed, watched the clock and realized time was 12:40. I thought OMG how could I sleep this long! I also remember I'd to be ready at 13:00 because then it's the time when my girlfriend and her mum will pick me up.
I rushed up and checked my phone if my girlfriend had written text message to me, as she use to do in the mornings around 7-9am. But no text message from her, only text message I got was from some random person, and it was just a "" smile in the text message.
Then I thought that I will have no chance in world to pack down everything in 20 minutes (even though it would be enough time to do it irl).

And then I woke up, I felt the shift and saw that now I'm in my bed and it's dark.. I instantly thought that I'd a False Awaking, and I also checked the time on my phone, that was around 08:15 am.
Got happy that it still were morning, but less happy when I could have made a reality check! as I could have noticed if I was thinking more in the dream!
I even think I thought about that I shall start make reality checks at morning, IN MY DREAM. But even then I did not make any reality check in the dream! GOSH
However, I made a reality check when I surely knew that I was awake, just after the false awaking.

I know there was more to this dream but its rather faded. The part I remember most is i was in a dim room, in a bed, and there was a hooded woman with her hands on my head. At first it was supposedly pleasant but as time went on i could tell that she was a witch or satanist, and when i began to say the name of Jesus over and over, her hands began to burn and smoke. I can't remember exactly what she said but it was about how Satan had power and was strong. With each time i said Jesus it became harder for me to say it again. Even as i type this i'm feeling a pressure against my head, and i know it isn't just some 'nightmare' that it could be more...but im grasping at straws on what it means exactly, that im under attack? or that someone is trying to manipulate me?