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Sunday 6th March 2011
I walked in to my mum's house only to find her sifting through a curtain of coats on the wall hooks. I asked her where she was going, but I can't quite remember where she said. But for some reason, I had the feeling that she wasn't coming back.

After she left, I decided to inspect the house. It was very unkempt. Empty bottles and wrappers littered the floor. On the arm of a chair I saw a little bulldog puppy resting there; it had an air of sadness around it.

I then took my investigation upstairs. What I found was quite upsetting. There were empty packets of dog food on the ground --as well as the very empty food bowls. I then saw two puppies that were so starving that they lay on their sides in exhaustion. Their bones protruded from their skin and fur. They obviously hadn't been fed for a long time.

I rummaged through the rubbish on the floor and found an unopened packet of puppy food. Rushing downstairs, I remembered that I should also feed the bulldog puppy, which was still perched on the arm of the chair in the livingroom. Everything was so still and quiet, it was eerie.

A thought then occurred to me that I should feed Sam [My step-dad's Labrador--who is actually alive and well!] But then I remembered that he was killed by my step-dad. Meanwhile, I had reached the kitchen and looked in the cupboards for a third bowl for the bulldog puppy. The room was so dilapidated; the cupboard doors detached from their hinges; washing left undone; rubbish bags still needing to be taken out.

I grabbed the bowl and headed back into the livingroom. [This is when I was woken up by my alarm.]

There is a chance that I am pregnant, so my Mom brings out a bunch of tests for me to take. I look at the tests and I'm a bit doubtful, because the tests are so old looking. I take one and it's negative, but I really question it's effectiveness after I notice it expired in 1966. I look at the other ones, and notice another one expired in the 80s. I point this out to my Mom and she looks frustrated. I guess she decides to take me to a doctor or something because we're in the car and driving down a very familiar highway past an old building I used to always look at as a child.

As we are zooming past, I see someone I think my Mom knows, hitchhiking along the side of the road. He is dressed kind of funny, but I couldn't get a close enough look. I tell my Mom to maybe stop and go back, as her friend was looking for a ride. She looks surprised and says she didn't see anyone. We go back and pick him up, and it turns out to be Jack Sparrow from the Pirates of The Caribbean. He is very grateful for the lift, and starts spreading out all different forms of illegal drugs in front of me to pick from in a form of payment for the ride. I explain to him that I can't take any because of the possible pregnancy and the dream ends with him looking at me rather confused.

For the last 2-3 years I've had some really really nice "meetings" with an old friend from High School, in dreams. I don't know what type of dream this would be, but it's very real indeed. When I wake up, it's like thinking back when I met up with a friend at the coffeeshop - a memory of it. That's what these dreams feels like too - memories of something very real that happened during my sleep.

You see, this friend and I may sit on a bench at the harbour, looking out over the fjord/ocean and just talk. In the dream or what ever it is. I can smell the salt ocean, I hear the seagulls and the noise of cars and people in the background. Just as it would be in waken life. And we have the best conversations! It feels safe and very relaxing. There are no change in scenes or in the enviroment. Everything happens cronological, and the timeframe is the same as in waken life. 5 seconds in the dream(?) = 5 seconds in waken life. At least that's how it feels like. We always met outside for some reason.

Anyway - two nights ago we met again, and I noticed that he was more reserved in a way.. Couldn't really figure out why. The next morning I log on to Facebook and see that he has changed his status to be in a relationship. Well, good for him! I'm already happily married THIS night however, gave a end to it all. This nights meeting happened in the very early morning, the sun hasn't risen yet. It's a rainy day, and we stand on a field of gras. There's a stream just by us with so much water that it's overflowing(?), and covers some of the gras.
Anyway - he carries a smal wooden bowl and goes to the stream to get some water. While doing that, he tells me that we will not meet again. He takes my hand and we just feel how much we care about each other, while knowing that we've already chosen our paths and that we need to follow them. Then his hand, followed by the rest of his body, dissolve into water. Before I know it, the field of gras has been replaced by a classroom, and the water from him is now a little pond(?) on the floor, pulsing back and forth from a corner and out while these words are being echoed: Kept in heart, not forgotten. Kept in heart, not forgotten. As the words fades away, so does the water on the floor - until I'm left alone.

For me, this was just a absolutly fantastic closure of something very beautiful. These meetings have been something I've cherished, and they couldn't have ended in a more beautiful way. I highly appreciate these experiences and I'm very grateful. I don't feel I've lost something, rather gained.

Thank you, H.

Time: Morning
Scene: Boarding School
Plot: Wrestling
So here in the morning I had an interesting dream. Me and my family were in the Theatre Room in my school, where there is a great stage.
We were sitting on first row, and a table with 3 judges (kinda like idol/x factor) were in the side.
Now the game begun. First 2 of my cousins and my uncle had to fight with the 3 judges and my other uncle and aunt.
Next up came my cousin (age 6), his father and his sister vs some unknown people.
Now came the last round, where my two cousins Christian and Martin had to fight. First they wanted me to come with them, but I said "I know no moves, and know not the rules!".
Then they went backstage without me, one man short, the judge then came over to me, and asked if I wasn't going to participate. I repeated "I know no moves, and know not the rules! Wouldn't it be better without me?" Then the speaker came "The three teachers are in their cells, but this young boy, is on a quest for knowledge, he knows no rules in this game, but he will soon learn!" And I knew that was the cue for me to get backstage and get in the game.
As he said the "teachers are in their cells", a lightning show made three silhouettes of cells show up on the wall with shadows of men behind them, you remember we were on my school .
Anyway, I went backstage where my cousins were awaiting, and as the bell rung we ran towards the stage, and saw our opponents. Before we started fighting however, I woke up.
By the way, there was no actual fighting in any of the rounds, my brain skipped those parts, and went straight to the next round, without proclaiming a winner.

I had a pretty bizarre dream. There were fluffy creatures who ended up in our world. At first I was scared, but it turned out they just got lost and meant us no harm. I decided to take the one back that I'd found. It was a fluffy white creature, that looked a lot like an owl! But wasn't quite!

The scene changed then, and I became a boy! (How my dream self didn't think that was odd, and go lucid was strange, lol!) I brought the creature to a room. It told me that was the place it had to go, but upon walking in I realised this was a place unusual animals were killed! I was really fond of it, and just wanted it to stay with me. I told the creature what would happen if it stayed here. Just as I did the door opened. The guy looked really smug, probably thinking: "Another creature has been caught!" But I refused to hand it over, and ran out!

I'm not quite sure how I slipped past the guy in the doorway, but I somehow managed it! I held the creature protectively, not knowing who to trust anymore. I just started running! It didn't take long until there were three people chasing after me, but I kept running. Soon enough I came across a dead end. It was a hunter's home. Two guys with guns were dragging an animal corpse! I realised it wouldn't be long until those guys caught up with me, and sure enough they appeared! I turned, not looking in their eyes, saying: "I give up.." That seemed to pleased them, for they started on their way.

They weren't very careful though, because they were just walking in front of me. This gave me a shot at escaping. I slipped behind a hill, keeping my arms wrapped around the creature. Once they noticed I was no longer behind them they thought I'd gone back to the hunter area, so ran back that way. Once certain they were out of view I chose the mountain path and ran as fast as I could go!

I came across water, and these strangers seemed to know of my situation. They gave us a disguise, and opted to walk with us. We were so grateful! Feeling certain those guys wouldn't realise it was us, with so many people around us. However, they saw right through my disguise! At that time I felt all was lost, that I wasn't able to protect my little friend. At that point the three guys who had been chasing us suddenly had handcuffs around their wrists.

It turned out they were convicts, and the people who gave us the disguise were police! I was so relieved for I got to keep my little friend!

First Dream I'm a character in a book that I've recently re-read; Vivian from Blood and Chocolate. She's a werewolf, or, I am in the dream. I'm with a group of people in some kind of wild refugee, in human form. I cross a small creek where wolves reside on the other side. I am affectionate with them shortly before returning to the side of the creek where the people are. One girl approaches me and spits at my feet, she calls me a dirty dog. Enraged, I push her and call her a piece of meat. I hit her and claw at her until she falls into the creek. My girlskin is shed and I am a werewolf at this point.

Second Dream I am in a lavish vintage manor, it is night, and there are armies of all time periods gathering about. I'm one of them, but I cannot tell who I represent. A general asks for me to be seen by somebody, and it is a very urgent matter. I know who I am about to see, which is Adolf Hitler, and I can feel myself conscious now. I telepathically tell my allies to follow me, so we can kill him. (Valkyrie much? lol)

When we get into the room where I'm supposed to meet him, I find a long table with food covering it completely. Hitler is seated at the end of the table and he laughs at me gently, like he knows me, and tells me to be proper. I only salute him and sit at the opposite end of the table. Two men sit beside me, and we quietly discuss our strategy of taking him out. A butler serves us coffee in pretty china, but the coffee looks like melted chocolate ice-cream. I know it's poisoned, so I silently tell my friends with my thoughts to not drink or eat anything. One of them does not heed my warning and dies from eating and drinking. Nobody seems to notice that he's dead.

When Hitler proposes a toast in my name, I stand to make my move. Suddenly, he isn't in the room anymore. The walls disappear and arrows are flying at us slowly. I slow them down more, almost completely and then I wake.

Thoughts & Stuff For the most part, I'm a very conservative person. So I tend to bottle up the wild side of me, especially my anger. If I can't express it in life, I've noticed that I do express it very often in my dreams. The first dream was not lucid, where the second, was. And if it makes any difference, I will admit that I used to be a very violent-intrigued person, like many other typical Americans lol. But I'm somewhat of a pacifist now, or at least, I aim to be. If you would like to share some insight, feel free.

March 05, 2011
Lucid Dream 189: Baking in the Ninja Wagon
Series: Friends, Episode 4
around 9:30am
DILD

Category - Action/Drugs


I was standing in a long line at the airport and I noticed there was a confrontation going on up ahead. I was already at the back of the line, so I left to go check it out. There was a guy I knew, Richard. He was arguing with two other guys about something. I noticed one of the guys pulled a knife out of his back pocket, so I speared him to the ground and knocked the knife out of his hand. Security guards came over and immediately handcuffed the guy and then they demanded that I be searched. I knew I had weed on me, so I asked them why I was being searched. They told me that no one would have tackled a guy with a knife unless they were on some sort of drugs. I laughed and said, "I'm not afraid of a skinny dude with a switchblade. Hell, I would have tackled him if he had a gun." The security guards looked at each other as if they had discovered the lost city of Atlantis. One of them said, "Yep, he is definitely high a f***ing kite! Take the drug head into custody. We don't even need to search him!" I was cussing the entire time the guard was cuffing me. Once he was done, I looked down and saw that they had only wrapped large bread ties around my wrists. I held them up in front of me and pulled my wrists apart. The bread ties easily came apart. The guards flipped over the table in the room and dove behind it. One shouted through a walkie-talkie, "He just snapped the cuffs in half! He is a crazed freak of nature. Fire at will, fire at will...terrorist! Fire at will!" I stood there stunned and thought, "Am I on Punked? Is this a dream or something?" I instantly became lucid after saying this. I performed a nose pinch just to make sure.

I shouted at the guards in Arabic (not real Arabic, but I pretended like it was, lol). They started yelling, "Shoot him. Shoot the terrorist devil. He's a satanist!" I turned and proceeded to leave the small conference room. I was now out in the main area of the airport and there were people running around everywhere. Every single person was running in the exact same motion. It could have been the weirdest shit I had ever saw. I observed this for a moment, while I performed some stabilization techniques. I then exited the airport and a van pulled up beside me (the tires squealed as the van slid almost sideways and stopped right beside me). The van was black and had a huge red headband tied around the whole van. The sliding glass door slid open automatically and I saw ninja9578 was driving (the same ninja from here on dreamviews). He told me to get in, so I hopped in. There was a female in the passenger seat that resembled Ninja's avatar. She asked me how the dream was going and I told her that it basically had just started.

I was about to light a massive blunt for us when ninja stopped me. He then reached out his hand, so I handed him the blunt. He seemed excited and told me "Wait until you see this." He pushed a button on the dashboard and shelf with a built-in container popped out. He then dropped the blunt into the container, pushed another button, and blue flames started dancing inside the container. He pushed it back into the dashboard and smoke just started pouring out of all the vents. The air tasted like pineapple and there was so much smoke that every inhale was like I took a hit from a blunt. The chick asked some questions about dreams. Me, her and Ninja talked about dreams and dreamviews for a while. I can't remember what all it was about, but Walms name came up at some point in the conversation. Now Walms was in the van too.

I was beside the window on the left and Walms was beside the window on the right (there wasn't a middle seat). I was so high that my body started hovering above the seat. I then began floating around in the van like there was zero gravity. I looked out the front windshield and saw a large brown figure walk out into the road about 100 yards ahead of us. I thought, "Is that....a guy in a bear suite?" As we got closer I noticed it was Smokey the Bear. Ninja out a weird laugh and shouted, "Prevent this.....motha f***aaaaa!" He pushed a button and a huge flame shot out of the front of the van and caught Smokey on fire. Ninja gunned it and plowed into the flaming bear. There was a loud thud and I looked out the back window and saw Smokey flipping through the air with a trail of flames following him.

I now noticed there was a mounted machine gun on below the window that was molded into the van. I asked Ninja about it and he said every Ninja Wagon needs mounted machine guns. Walms had one on his side too. I grabbed hold of it and began shooting street signs, windows, etc. Suddenly we were in a desert and there were terrorist all around us. Me and Walms were shooting the terrorists who were throwing molotov cocktails at the van. Ninja turned on some rap music and started pushing buttons on the dashboard which shot fire and ninja stars out of different parts of the van. I awoke as we were about to enter a desert town.

Series Details
In the dream series, "Friends," I join the DC counterparts of my waking life friends and tackle the dream world. You never know what we will be up to next, but I guarantee it will be one hell of a time. Stay tuned for more entries to the series!

There were things in the dream that led up to this point but I dont remember them clearly. I walked into a building and there was a hallway to my right and farther up another hallway to my left. At the end of the entry way past the second hallway was a windo. I looked into the hallway to the right and saw an old man standing there. As soon as I saw the old man I immediately became lucid without even ever questioning if i was dreaming. I just suddenly knew. I told the old man that I was dreaming and that he only existed because my mind was creating him. I expected him to argue with me and say that he was real but he just calmyly said that I was right. He confirmed that I was dreaming and that not only him but the entire world around us was created by me. For an instant I understood to a very small degree what it must be like to be God. I walked past the first hallway and turned down the second. I willed my body to levitate off of the ground to prepare to fly through the hall. When my body got into a horizontal position I fell out of the air and had my breath knocked out of me. I recovered slightly and stood up as the dream started to slowly fade away.

here is the dream I had last night.

I was in a hospital room. Jen Ledger was standing next to the bed, crying her eyes out. I looked over and saw Ben Kasica laying there, pale as a ghost. Jen was clutching his hand, begging him to wake up. He had been in a coma. She put her hands on his face and cried, he stayed still. Suddenly the moniter was like this -------------------------------- BEEEEEPPPPPP. Jen cried out and the dream went fuzzy and I woke up. (the song Comatose was playing....)


dream 2:
I was at a concert. I was up on stage with John, Korey, and Jen. Ben was still gone... We played some songs before I woke up... SADFACE SADFACE!!!

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POST TWO: deild2
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PREPARATIONS IN ORDER TO BECOME A DEILD'er
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Step One: Dream Recall:
-In order to effectively use DEILD in your lucid dreaming endeavors, your dream recall must be average, I recall
around 10 dreams a weeek and DEILD is very effective every time I wake up from a dream. Of course if you don't
recall any dreams ever, DEILD is not for you, unless you wish to make a conscious effort on increasing your dream
recall. If you wish to increase your dream recall, there are tutorials on it in the tutorial section, make sure to
have a look, otherwise, if your recall is normal, continue on...

Step Two: The Dream is over, don't move!
-Once your dream is over, you will be aware what you have just experienced is a dream, usually you change postions,
and/or open your eyes while doing so, but in order to perform a DEILD, you must do none of the above!
Keep your eyes shut and do not move when you awaken from a dream. Of course if you move a part of your body slightly
you may still have a chance to succeed, otherwise, you must wait till you wake up from your next dream!

Step Three: Seems hard, I'll need to teach myself to stay still!
-It is actually not hard at all, with some autosuggestion. This will teach yourself to remember when you wake
up from a dream, and program your subconscious to not move or open your eyes once this happens, there are many
ways of doing this, but my favorite is to download a program called "Brain Bullet", and make a new affirmation file
with everything you want to remind yourself to do upon awakening from a dream. (Mostly not moving and keeping your
eyes shut), and once you can do the two major things, continue on!

Step Four: Okay, I'm staying still with my eyes shut, what now?
-Simply wait! After a few moments you may enter sleep paralysis immediately, which can be something very scary,
but it means you no harm, so ignore it and/or as stated above, adopt a curious attitude toward it.
It usually lasts about a minute or less, and if you concentrate on the blacness in your eyes while they are shut,
you will most likely enter a random scenario, or open your eyes in your dream room. But if you want to end
up in a location of your choosing, try this:
1) During SP, visualize and concentrate on where you want to be after sleep paralysis, and let the scene engulf
you in the form of HI, until you are completely inside of where you visualized.

Step Five: Amazingly easy! But how can this double my lucid rate!?
-Very simple, in a lucid dream, you catch the awkening point MUCH easier than in a normal dream, so you can keep
your eyes closed and stay still while the dream fades out, however if the dream ends with no fading out, it may
require some more practice! But it's simple other than that, you can now have lucid dreams every night you have
normal dreams, and multiply them by however long your REM period is!
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END STEPS
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Dream 1: I find myself at my mother's house and shes smoking some cannabis out of a really pretty looking bong. I'm shocked but instead of becoming lucid I proceed to believe she must be using it for medicinal purposes. Apparently it's her first time though and she explodes into laughter and passes me the bong. I ask her if she's sure I should be smoking with her and she continues laughing and insists. I take a hit and immediately get high, this is one of those dreams where I've smoked cannabis and felt exactly as I would if I smoked it in RL, where as in other dreams the high is very odd and unfamiliar. We share some stories while passing the bong a few times and we connected in ways I'd never imagine possible between us, it was a very nice bonding experience.

Dream 2: I'm sitting on the trunk of my brother's car and I'm taking huge drags out of a cigarette while he talks to me. I hate cigarettes and can't figure out why I'm smoking it in the first place, but I take another drag anyway. I can't remember what we talked about but I remember how nice it felt to be chilling outside on a nice breezy night, it was very realistic.

Dream 3: I'm watching my friend take a ziplock bag out of her backpack and upon closer inspection I see 4-5 large clusters and crystals of DMT. I'm amazed that she had so much and having never done it myself, but having looked forward to doing so, I was very eager to act cool until she offered me some. She lit up and as she was doing so I recall saying "When you feel like you can't take anymore, make sure to take one more hit! Have fun in hyperspace!" She gives me a look like while she takes another hit and I say "Oh and it tastes like burnt plastic I hear, I bet it's harsh huh?" She nods and laughs, making her cough out all the smoke as she giggles. She zones out and I can tell she blasted off. I sit there patiently but also really wanting to take just a tiny piece. Surely she wouldn't notice. No I'm better than that. But it's DMT! She opens her eyes, back from her trip, and just as she's about to talk I wake up.

So I'm fighting this guy that apparently I've been set up to fight with or some shit, as some kind of game. Whilst my brother fights some other guy he's suppose to fight. Apparently we were just suppose to FIGHT and not kill each other. whoops.

I kill this dude and my brother's like OH MAN WHAT DID YOU DO WHI DID U DO THAT FFFFFFFFFFFFFF. And then I'm like dude bro chill man dude. bro. and then he's like FFFFFFFFFFFF. and then I was like FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF UR RIGHT I KILLED HIM. And I got overly worried and panicked and was wondering how I'd dispose of the body. Then my neighbor passes by and sees him dead and she cries and shes like AHHHHHHHHH (which is the sound of her screaming).

Then I was like WOAH. THIS CANT BE HAPPENING I MUST BE DREAMING MAN. Then I do my flying reality check and flew away but then I woke up.Fuck.

I dreamed that people were upset with some hierarchies I had set up. Maybe I had some people reporting to others. I am not sure. But people were discontented. Dave Atkins was there. When I made the case that hierarchies were important, then he said well do you have to bring in your dad on decisions that require hierarchy? I said this was using false logic, I called it a name, premafacious, that what is proven in the extreme disproved the middle.

I had a number of other dreams but did not have my dream journal by my bed.

It started out I was watching T.V. This was the only time I would know I would be watching T.V. I was watching this boy, following him in 3rd person.
I remember him talking to this person identicaly looking to him, though tattier clothing. It was his dads birthday (The one I was origanlly following - they have different fathers lol?), thought the 2nd "twin" forgot. He didn't seem to care.
Next I remembered 2 people, I took to be the kids (teens) fathers. At this time, I'm just watching them both, from a high angle perspective. I think they were in a different house.
The father of the boy I was origanally following was asking the father of the other boy to fix his roof. It sounded like he had been saying he was going to fix his roof for some time, though didn't do it. He seemed really reluctant to fix the roof, I think he did agree to it eventually.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm descending slowly through the levels of a house. When I realize what's happening to me and that this is a dream, I decide to stop in the third level down and explore it. I will myself to stop moving downward and to be standing on the floor, and achieve both of those desires. I begin walking through the rooms, concentrating both on the action of walking and on the scenery around me, knowing that my concentrated attention will keep the dream stable. There are some steps down into a large living room. I think, This reminds me of some of my friends' houses. Well, of course it does. That's where my mind must have picked up the images that this dream is made up of.

I turn around to take in more of the room. While I'm doing so, I think, I need a mirror. When I look back at a particular section of wall a second time, a large, tall, rectangular, frameless, wall-mounted mirror has appeared there. [Cool! I guess I'm getting better at controlling the features of the dream environment.] I come up to the mirror and stick my hand into it. My hand goes right into the mirror and is obscured by silver mist, but I feel nothing at all. I still don't particularly want to try to go anywhere else that way, though, so I don't. However, on the floor to my left, I see a large, freestanding flatscreen TV [the same size and model we have in my real house], and decide to try to go through that. As I crouch down in front of it, I think briefly of a couple of specific places from my past that I would like to find on the other side of the screen. I then start going through it. I feel the screen snap when I start pushing through it, and feel the edges of its two halves dragging against my body as I climb into the TV. There's nothing inside but darkness. I ended up just waking up. [I failed to choose a single destination and truly believe that it would be there on the other side of the screen.]

I went back to sleep and had another dream. I'm in a room with a bunch of computers, and someone is directing me to complete a series of questionnaires on one computer, which is on the aisle that goes down the center of the room, between the rows of tables. One of the questionnaires involves looking at frames from an animated TV show and identifying what show they're from. I recognize them as being from the Garfield and Friends TV show.

From there, the dream shifts, putting me in that episode of that TV show. I'm standing right behind the protagonist, watching him/her [not sure] have a conversation with another character just outside the gate to a town. The setting appears to be a medieval fantasy story. I recognize that I'm dreaming. The conversation is finished, and the second character admits the protagonist and me through the gate. As I pass the gatekeeper character, I say to him, “It's good to see you again.” I start walking along through the open space in the center of the town, again concentrating on walking and on the scenery around me. As I walk, I cover my mouth with both hands and whisper into them, “I was actually talking to the town.” I can actually feel the warmth and moisture of my breath on my hands, which impress me with their realism.

I pass by a shop building with off-white walls and a window, and go, “Oh, yeah.” I remember that I still want to try to walk through a wall. I turn to my right, walk right up to that wall and keep on walking. I can only get a little way into it. It feels like walking into a flexible, but thick, strong, and semi-solid piece of rubber. [That's the last I remember.]