I am outside somewhere with Sage. We are on the bank of a wide and seemingly shallow yet rapidly flowing river. It’s width (~50ft?) is broken up by protruding rocks and the resulting rapids. I think we are trying to cross it but end up coming back, because we never do get to the other side. When I attempt, the water reaches up to my lower thighs. Despite the depth, the strong current makes each step a task. Back on the bank, Sage is casually talking about some gecko club she’s created. I think she’s trying to get me to join. I ask what it entails, and it seems like a lot for the low monthly payment. I’m just not sure I’m that into geckos. Dad is now here and sort of ridiculing us for trying to cross this river. He doesn’t seem to appreciate our trying.
I am at work when Susan calls from upstairs. She starts describing someone, and I ask if it’s the lady with purple hair, noticing her on camera near the escalator. Susan says yes, so I say I’ve got her and hang up. This lady is shorter and chubby, with a bob cut of a faded purple. She’s pushing a cart that has a handful of items in it. I noticed her earlier and only got a slightly weird vibe, but I guess not enough to watch her. She starts going down the escalator, so I go out there. She is making a beeline for the salon doors, so I try to hurry without being seen. When I get up there and glance over, she is standing in one of the shoe aisles, the cart facing me, now empty. I look to the right and see a man with short red hair carrying some clothes towards the doors. I hurry to catch up with him, asking if I can take him to the register. He doesn’t look at me and mumbles that he already checked out. I say “they didn’t give you a bag?” and start grabbing the clothes. I have to stand in front of him and call Bobby on the radio before the guy gives it up. He lets go and then starts running in the other direction. I walk back in from the vestibule and see that the girl is still here. I walk up to her and tell her not to come back here. There’s a somewhat younger looking boy with her now, and I tell him not to come back either if he’s with them.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening In the future, our society collapsed, but my dad is still pissing me off about how I failed his expectations!!! I point out that his expectations were never appropriate for the world I grew up in and that I am very successful in my adaptation to it. And he is alive purely by luck and because I have saved him quite a few times. He is out of touch with reality. At that very moment, a horde of alien monsters who roam the streets is heading towards us. We get an early warning from seeing other people on the run. I chose a path they probably won't take and I push my father into that direction. He keeps on bitching. Something about me trespassing a property, as if that mattered in that circumstance. We escape the alien monsters, which as I expected, keep going through the main avenue. But then we encounter 3 creatures like sheep but who talk. They seem fairly innocent, but I sense danger. It happens they are also dangerous killers and one of them is an assassin who had tried killing me in my bed before, but taking up a different shape. I am not sure how it goes, but I manage to escape from them.
I was lying in a double bed in a large room. Can't remember too many details, but I became vaguely aware that I was dreaming and decided to try to project. For some reason I had a feeling that I was going to get interrupted by my parents and was nervous. I fell out of bed (I remember reading about someone feeling as if they had fallen out of bed when they tried to project). I shot out of my body and felt myself floating in the air. I had a strange uncomfortable tingling in my whole body just the same as when I have projected in the past, and I couldn't see anything, again just the same as in the past. This time I said 'Visuals now' and suddenly could see a small metal ball in front of me. I was quite happy with that and started throwing it between my hands. My memory is a bit vague but I continues to feel uncomfortable and tingly and was very aware that my body was lying in the bed. i felt myself losing focus and started to rub my hands together which brought me back, but my body continued to feel very uncomfortable. Then I was standing at the doorway of my bedroom when I was a child looking out onto the landing. It looked rather dark and a bit different, and I thought to myself that it is what would be expected, and it was just a representation of what I remember things looking like. I looked at the window and decided to try flying out of it. I flew through but couldn't concentrate enough and lost the feeling of flying and all visuals. I started to get more uncomfortable, and I think aspects of the dream I came from were affecting me. I was worried my parents would come and disturb me thinking about lying back on the bed and that combined with feeling so tingly made me wake myself up.
Morning of November 27, 2019. Wednesday. Dream #: 19,336-02. Reading time (optimized): 1 min. In this dream, Zsuzsanna and I are living in the Cubitis house (a one-floor single-family home) in Florida, though the layout is different. There is a storm approaching from the west. When I look outside, I see it is night. A few equidistant rows of tornadoes are coming down on the other side of the highway, directly above the orange grove. Nothing happens, as they disappear before reaching the front yard. I go around the side of the house that now features the south side of the Loomis Street house (a two-storey residence for two families) in Wisconsin (which is facing north, the opposite direction it should be by compass direction in respect to its integration with the Cubitis house in this new amalgam). People I do not know are living here. I tell them how the tornadoes disappeared after crossing to our side of the highway. Later, I am standing in the front yard, looking up. The entire sky looks like a giant motherboard, though there are pairs of what look like satellite dishes and observatories (directed downward). I am puzzled and start to think about how people could have made something so big and so high, and I have a vague wariness about its architectural stability, though I am mostly unconcerned. The Cubitis house now seems like a skyscraper (holding up part of the motherboard sky) and where an orange grove should be is another high building holding it up on the other side, though most of it is expansive.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Visiting a cathedral in Spain. A catholic nun takes me on a tour and shows me a secret chapel behind a rock wall. She opens this rock and shows me the little chapel. She says a miracle makes appear Jesus Christ's image on this rock sometimes. I look at it and I see it, but it doesn't stay still, it changes into a woman, then a baby, then at very high speed, I see like the whole evolution of life on Earth, all animals and all plants species morphing from one into another. I tell it to the nun and she says I must be hallucinating.
Jamie dreams. Kept having a handful of dreams with Jamie in it. In them she kept meeting me at a motel or something. She had a very serious tone with me. Not sure what about wether it was something she was mad about me doing or she wanted to get serious? Not sure. In one of the dreams I saw a flash of words, "Message me,". Hmm, Let's see I was really stressed out messaging her in the first place and then the long weeks of waiting and not hearing from her were kind of rough... So that kind of kills the motivation for me. Is She does really read these I would like to hear from her. 100% chance I would respond back. V another dream about V from work. don't remember much just she was hanging around and smiling a lot. Video games. Was playing fortnite with a controller that was big and clunky. I opened some mail with a new controller but it was the wrong kind. Fast forward to playing the game. A girl was playing with me. It either was Asuka or Jamie. Anyway she handed me her controller and it went very smoothly. The games BTW. The TV screen would project out at you in 3D, like VR, and I would transition from holding the controller to actually being a character in the game. Plane I was hanging with some girl I seemed to know but have never seen her IRL. We were planning a trip to Texas or something. And I was saying how the air pressure in the plane was going to wreck our ears.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening I'm an exchange student at some foreign country. I am walking the street at night and have an encounter with a tiger. I somehow escape him and warn everybody else, specially the college students nearby. I become sort of a hero and the Prime Minister of the country comes on an official visit to thank me. He makes some joke I don't find funny and he feels embarrassed publicly. I feel tired of all the circus and I go hide in the toilet, but I encounter Kevin Spacey naked and apparently under the effect of drugs, wandering into the restrooms to. He doesn't even notice me and I use the opportunity to get out of there.
I had a very short lucid dream this morning of my car producing a lot of smoke and eventually my engine caught on fire. I recognized I was dreaming and stuck my right hand out of telekinetically put the fire out. Telekinetically meaning I used strong expectation and belief to make the fire die down. I also tried to summon a dream character but no dice. It may be because I don't have an expectation of 'how' said dream character is to come into being. Out of thin air? Out of a portal? Descend from the clouds? I should probably focus more on stability instead of trying to jump straight into dream control. Mild works for me now because the efficacy of the technique has dawned on me. It's the prospective memory that yields the lucid dream. Not the mantra or visualization. The latter two is to solidify the memory. Furthermore, WBTB is critical to success in lucid dreaming so much so that to attempt to lucid dream at any other point in the night is a waste of time. After being awake during WBTB, I lay back down in bed and make a firm intention to remember to lucid dream. That's the shift; to focus on prospective memory and not lucid dreaming. If memory and intention is strong, the lucid dream will just happen.
As I continue laying in my bed beginning to lose the feeling of my body. I all of a sudden get suck in to a dream scene. It was night I could feel myself grounded now and ask myself did it work. I look at my hands and look up at the sky and said yes I'm here. There a was guy getting in to a light tan car. It was nighttime, the sky had a blemish northern light appeal to it with some random orange to it. I thought it look very beautiful. I began walking on the side walk and remember to try to stay stabilize in the dream. I began rubbing my hands together and focus on the idea that I was indeed dreaming. As I continue to walk I did feel a little nervous just knowing I was in a dream which is uncommon for me. I then not too long after felt someone tap my shoulder as I walk. I turn around to see who it was but it was no one there. I then attempted to continue walking but all of a sudden the shorts I was wearing got pulled down with some force. I tried to get it back up but instead something started pulling my entire leg down and made me hit face first to the road. This made me panic a little as I tried to stay in control of my awareness. The force was pulling me inside to the road and when I completely went through it I lost my awareness. I found myself waking up on my bed and assume I had truly woke up and didn't bother doing an RC. This was my mistake as it was truly a false awakening.
non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening Chip Franklin is on tour and I go with some friends to see one of his shows. It is a disaster, very short, very boring and I fall asleep. I am so disappointed that I try to meet him at the end of the show to have an honest conversation with him. My uncles come to my house, which is not my actual house but some kind of barn, and they start checking my drawers, apparently looking for something. They find some of my documents, bank extracts, bills, they basically learn how much money I got and I spend. I am beyond furious for their indiscretion. They pretend they didn't see a thing, but have this look on their faces like now they know something they'll use against me.
My sister was dying from cancer. I was crying on the couch. My mom was back from the dead comforting me.
Not much to write here. The end of the dream was pretty much all I remember. I was inside an arena, which I have previously dreamed about. There’s a DC outside and he tells me you’re not ready to master the dragon yet. A feeling came upon that in which I knew I had previously mastered this. I’m unsure how but the feeling was just there. I am now looking at myself in the mirror, expecting for some facial features to change to something dragon related. I’m unsuccessful because when I’m nervous, I twitch and by twitching I lost my goal. Woke up, was an NLD. It was fun, weird, and I’m sad I didn’t get the results I wanted.
Morning of November 23, 2019. Saturday. Dream #: 19,332-03. Optimized 1 minute read. I maintain my metacognitive awareness of sleeping and dreaming. My dream self holds the awareness of being in bed at our present address with my memory of my current waking life. However, the details of my environment are incorrect (to prevent associating my dream with real life). I am on my back (though in reality, only my head is upward as I am otherwise sleeping more on my left side). Zsuzsanna is in our kitchen. I see blue sky through our roof. Our landlord had removed a small square section from it (which would not be possible as a few large sheets of metal serve as our sloped roof that also has a ceiling under it). I catch a glimpse of his face, but he does not regard me. I do not perceive it as an intrusion. After a short time, the area is as it was. Variations of this “looking in” narrative have occurred in all sleep cycles since childhood, though it occurs more often with the personification of potential wakefulness associated with a window or a door. I honestly cannot believe some people think this type of content has to have a waking-life “interpretation” each time. I typically perceive this personification of anticipated wakefulness as more intrusive in my final dreaming experience of a sleep cycle. My metacognitive awareness of my need to eventually wake is most predominant at this time. For people (such as so-called “dream experts”) who cannot comprehend such a self-evident process, I have no words.
Had lucid dream today through treating my mind like a virtual reality helmet. I recognized I was dreaming when the dream just loaded around me. It was short though. I was in my elementary school. More testing to do.
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