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

I'm at House #1, and for some reason, I have to sleep lying across the foot of my parents' bed. I wake up there from a dream [that I don't remember now]. My dad is walking through the master bedroom and complaining that my sneezing has been keeping him awake. I sit up on one side of the bed and say aloud to both of my parents, “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have been sneezing! Here in the real world!” Meaning, as opposed to the dream I've just been having. I then think, but don't say, If this turns out not to be the real world, I'll be embarrassed. [ I completely forgot that there's this thing called a reality check...]

Across from the bed, a wooden frame mounted on top of the dresser houses a small movie screen. [That frame exists in real life, but it holds a mirror.] The screen is showing the end credits of an animated movie made by the same animation studio that produced The Point.

Yeah. I was kind of embarrassed when I woke up for real.

My dream last night was non-lucid and, for most if it, it is a blur.

I was sitting in a chair--like one of those from the Elizabethian Era--reading a book. There is a fire going in the hearth and it's dark outside.

Someone says my name, though it's not my actual name.

I turn around and there's a man. He's familiar to me but I can tell I'm not supposed to trust him.

He says my name again and then there's blackness.

When I surface I'm in a place that I take to be Egypt. I'm holding a knife while several large men surround me.

One tried to grab me and I manage a deep cut in his shoulder.

Then there's more blackness.

I'm floating in the blackness until I wake up.

DILD
This Is My Second successful DILD
Non-Lucid Lucid

I Opened my eyes and saw white all around me, I reached my hand out to touch whatever I could, It was fabric. I was in bed covered by a large thin white sheet, I attempted to remove it, but as soon as I touched it A Voice Boomed so loud and rustled my sheet. "I AM THE WIND!, IM HERE TO KILL YOU, IF YOU MOVE OR SHOW ANY OF YOUR BODY I WILL CUT YOU UP!!!", I was temporarily frightened until I came to the realization that I didnt fall asleep with White Sheets
I Was Lucid Now, Now without fear of the Frightening Wind, I removed the sheet that had been blinding me and stood up to find myself in an apartment room. The room was litered in Erine Propaganda,( The Orange guy with the red nose on Sesame Street) It was littered with posters and wallpapers of him making obscene faces. After stabilizing my dream body I noticed a tub of coca-cola bottles, To my right was a Living Ernie, he had been staring at me since I woke, I imagine he was the one making the voice of the Wind. I was only slightly disturbed by his cartoon like face. I grabbed a Coke out of the tub and threw it at his head, It smashed in his face and he let out a shriek of pain before falling back into an open window. He screamed the way down. I didn't pay anymore attention to him and decided to get along with the scenario, I noticed a curtain to the left of my bed, I opened it and found another Ernie sitting down staring at the wall blankly, I had no idea if he was alive or just a statue. (I wasn't really looking to find out.) I closed the curtain and went out into the hallway. At this point my hair was starting to bother my face, so I tried to push it away from my face. But it wouldnt budge, (My hair was in my face when i went to sleep.) It was so irritating, at that point I started feeling my physical senses were being triggered and I felt the dream collapsing. The floor suddenly snapped in two and a wild earthquake ensued. I looked out side and saw the sky getting blurry, The buildings outside were catching on fire and exploding. as the explosions got closer and closer all of a sudden the other Ernie ran out from his curtain space scowled at me and yelled "THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR MUDERING MY BROTHER!!!", The building Exploded
I woke up.

mostly a semi lucid this one. went down to london to a place that was apparently westminster abbey. except it dodnt look anything like it, which reminded me of visiting similar places in london before. the architecture in my dreams is just mind blowing. i could just sit and look at the buildings for hours. even though they all seem to be kind of royal themed, which isnt my thing, its almost like the history is woven into the tapestry of the buildings design, and just a quick glance tells you so much of the story somehow. anyway westminster abbey looked far different as if it was made by hand from mud thousands of years ago. symbolism which i didnt really pay attention to was all overt he thing and the bit i remember was like a huge coin/seal type thing underneath a large window.

inside was a kind of gathering going on. it started off as a catholic mass type event, then progressed into an african style dance, then into a full on drum and bass rave. the mass was weird just for the hypnotic effect it had. everyone was doing this slow waving of theyre arms in the air, and even my dad was joining in who is even less religious than me. i took the piss a bit, but wasnt threatened by it so remained mostly respectful to these weird ceremonies. at one point in the rave this weird guy was going round telling people to quiet/sit down which was odd. he was still dancing so i took the piss and went over to him and told him to sit down like he had been doing. this got a laugh and we just started to dance really weirdly. like a floating robot dance later on the setting switched back to my house. i was with ug and we were laughing about the similarity between some church events and good old rave parties. god is a dj and all that shite. a bit like this video



in fact i even remember doing some of the mcing from this vid in the dream the dream ended with my floating round my house in semi lucid state as the party wound down. i remember seeing some more amazing architecture and relaying my past dream to some people so its another dream within a dream fail for me which i must work on. rc rc rc!

I managed to actually stay awake for 8 hours before taking 50 mg Seroquel and falling asleep.

When I first fell asleep this afternoon I was dreaming that my 16 yo son was having an affair with a 4th grade teacher. I was very angry with her and was about to have her arrested. Alarms were going off "zone 1... zone 1..." but what woke me was my computer ringing VERY faintly as my hubby called.
The dog was loose and was setting off the perimeter alarm, but I was so out of it, it didn't wake me, though the monitor for the alarm was turned up and right beside my head
The volume on the computer was turned WAY down, but it woke me when hubby called asking what was setting off the alarm
My 16 yo son told me then the dog had gotten loose. When I told him my dream, he cursed me and asked why he couldn't have dreams like that

My stomach hurt a great deal, so I went back to bed.
I fell right back to sleep and didn't wake again until 2:30AM.
All I can recall from those dreams is being shot, having a large wound on my stomach and right leg. The leg was worse and had buckshot throughout it. I wanted to tell someone, but I had been threatened to keep my mouth shut.
I had to go to school (college) and I kept trying to hide the wounds. I was choosing my courses and decided to take weaving even though crocheting would have been better.

There was something about the layered world again and pictures. I had taken some pictures for a friend of one of my daughters. They wondered when they were going to get their money and I was very annoyed. Each picture took $3.00 to develop and I wondered why I was giving the person money for my work.

That's it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID-DREAM
I’m walking with the family in Californication, up a ramp from an underground carpark that resembles the one at the local Medical Centre, leading up to the ground floor. Hank Moody isn’t very talkative, tired and disillusioned, as if he’s just gotten out of prison, his estranged wife and daughter talking to him cheerfully, exchanging details of stories about things they’ve done recently or about friends of his and little ideas for things to look forward to, looking back at him constantly as they walk with him, slow and pensive.

We come out by the road at the top of a hill overlooking a city, dark with a brilliant violet sunset far away, hanging large over the horizon, speckled with fluro orange like a beautifully exotic iris. Suddenly, a row of lights from what seems like a small, synchronised group of fighter jets passes silently overhead from behind. I say to Ken, wouldn’t it be cool if the planes bomb the city and the show (Californication) turns into a story of them surviving in post-apocalyptic world.

Soon I realise that what we’re looking at is a large space shuttle doing the kinds of aerial acrobatics you might see a jet-fighter perform at an air show for an extended amount of time. Finally it slows and lands gracefully, more like a helicopter, on the road next to us. A woman, the pilot, steps out, as if from a semi-trailer cabin, and Hank’s estranged wife walks up to great her half-way. Apparently, she has organised this for Hank, and says to him and the children (there’s a teenaged son in addition to the daughter from the show), as they make their way in the opposite direction, down a gentle grassy slope towards a park, "have fun and not to forget to bring it back by 3". This is when I notice another woman reluctantly but graciously decide not to follow them, looking towards the wife knowingly and putting her coat down on the grass to sit on.

I went to bed last night after watching an episode of MLP: FiM (don't judge me, it's a good show [ask Marvo *here* and he'll show you the error of your pony-less ways]) and drinking a glass of apple juice (which can cause vivid, albeit weird, dreams) so that probably had a hand in last night's dream.

I was taking a walk in the park like I usually do when I saw a horse walk by. It was white, had a blue mane with cyan streaks, and was wearing sunglasses like the one in Blackberryfox's avatar. I did a couple reality checks but they failed, I got annoyed at that because I knew it couldn't possibly have been a real horse. I must have said it out loud because the thing called me a "neighsayer" and left with a snort. I instantly became lucid and began stabilizing/anchoring myself to the dream by eating an apple I found on the ground. Everything became so damn vivid and life-like at that point that I started to think it was real.

I reassured myself that it was just a dream and headed home so I could get to my computer - which is what I usually use when I want to be transported to some far off place (woo for Google Maps). When I got there, Firefox was already running and open to a Youtube video - episode 20 of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic (fuck yeah!) I clicked play and eventually lost lucidity. By this point the dreamscape had changed from my bedroom to Equestria and everything became all cartoon-ish. I was in Applejack's orchard and saw her and Twilight talking. Applejack noticed me, got all excited, and called me over but when I finally got close enough to greet her, Rainbow Dash came in flying and crashed into me. The dream started destabilizing and I heard Applejack say something like "remember to email (or maybe it was just mail?) me when you get home." Then I woke up and my chest felt sore for a minute or two.

Confound these ponies, they drive me out of lucidity. D:

i somehow got a hold of some kind of necklace with a rectangle jewel/gem which matches with heart earings also of the same jewel/gem kinda like dark purple color..anyways these jewelry granted me the power to wish anything, close my eyes and it wud appear in front of me..i lost it..someone or monster i felt was looking for it so i quickly ran into some kind of house to get it where i somehow left it so i cud take advantage of it wen i found out its true power of course..wen i got it i closed my eyes and imagined a type of strawberry cake i liked..but each time i wished it a strawberry cake would appear but not like the one i imagined when i closed my eyes..i tried a couple times still the same strawberry cake apeared and it was piling up..i wake up..lol..

DJ Log: Sometime in the last month...
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(Note: I was recording several dreams today into my DJ from my notebook and noticed that there was a page in the middle of the notebook that was curled up. I flipped to that page to find some scribbles about a dream. I have no idea what day it happened, but this notebook is only about a month old.)

I am at my work bench, disassembling and trying to repair an old pair of home stereo speakers. The foam surrounds are all rotten and I am trying to fix them with duct tape, but it's not working too well. They sound very crunchy when connected to the stereo.

I open a speaker web site on my laptop and order some replacement drivers. Once I enter my address and credit card information, I click the “Place Order” button at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, my doorbell rings a couple of times. I open the door to be greeted by a smiling UPS delivery driver who is handing me a couple of boxes and his signature tablet. I drop the boxes on the floor and sign the tablet.

I open the first box and it has a brand new woofer in it. I set the woofer on my bench then notice that there are several other speakers in the box. Dumping out the box reveals about a dozen speakers in various states of disrepair. Some of them have no cones at all, and others are full of holes. One of them has no magnet at all and is rusty. The second box is full of Styrofoam peanuts and nothing else.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – 5:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing on a small dock by the ocean with a couple of friends, trying to untie a bundle of blue helium balloons that have lost most of their floating ability. After a bit of struggle, I free one balloon from the bundle. One of my friends grabs the bundle and tries to free one.

I toss the balloon off the edge of the dock, watching as it bobs along the surface of the water over the small waves. It slowly floats away from the dock, then catches a breeze and blows out to sea. A couple of large birds chase it and play around with it for a little while before one of the birds pops it, causing both birds to jump a bit. One of the birds grabs the deflated balloon in its beak and they both fly off.

While watching the birds fly away, I see a stripeless snow white tiger swimming toward the dock while staring straight at us. When it gets a little closer, it raised its head and makes an angry bobcat-like sound. I stand up and quickly walk off the dock toward the beach area in an attempt to lure the tiger to follow me instead of bothering my friends. It climbs out of the water and growls at me before running straight toward me.

I retrieve a pistol from my side and rapidly discharge 7 shots into its head which don't do much to the tiger other than take its eyes out. I fire 4 more shots into its head, causing it to slow down quite a bit. I turn to my friends and tell them to hurry up and get into the beach house.

As my friends and I make our way toward the beach house, the tiger staggers around but manages to follow us. I drop the empty clip from the pistol and load a new clip. As they walk toward the house, I walk around the other side of the tiger and fire a few more shots at it. The gun makes a lot of noise, but it doesn't seem to do much of anything to the tiger. My friends make it into the house and the tiger is now wandering around aimlessly in the driveway. As I walk to the door, the dream fades quickly and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – ~5:30PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I came home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, feeling like a migraine was coming on. I checked my email, then laid down for a late afternoon nap at about 4:45PM and had a couple of nice vivid non-lucids.)

I am laying on a sandy beach with a male friend, J, to my left and a female friend, R, to my right. J tries to boop me on my nose and misses. R reaches over me and tries to boop J, but he rolls over which causes her to miss. Her arm brushes my nose during her attempt. I partially sit up, then lean over and boop R on the nose with my nose. She boops me back with her finger, then I playfully bite her on the nose. She squirms around to get away and makes some really strange noises, then boops me again. I turn around and J is giving me a really strange look.

The dream suddenly fades. I wake up for a brief moment, laying perfectly still and quickly fall back asleep. This takes me into the next dream entitled; Shooting a white tiger.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in a car with a female friend to an automatic car wash behind a gas station. There is a pay station in front of the bay door, but it has a sign on it that says, “Free Wash Today.” She drives into the car wash bay, but there is no washing equipment inside. It's just an empty garage space with only a single overhead light. She says, “I'm going inside to ask what's wrong with the car wash.” We drive out the other side and park, then go inside the gas station's convenience store.

The store is very crowded and noisy. There are quite a few people waiting in line to order food at the deli counter and there is a long line at the cashier. Some guy is arguing with the cashier about them putting too many pickles on his sandwich. He is picking the pickles off the sandwich and counting them out loud as he drops them on the counter. I roll my eyes and go back outside to see a whole line of clean wet cars coming out of the car wash, some of them still soapy. There is a tractor-trailer rig and a cement truck waiting in a long line to enter the wash bay. I couldn't help but think that they fixed the car wash and I should find my friend so we can wash the car.

When I turn around to go back into the store, there is a girl sitting at a small round table immediately outside the entry door. She is reading a book and does not respond when I ask her to move. I push at the table, but it won't move. I grab the door handle and pull really hard, scooting the table out of the way with the door.

Once inside, I walk to the back of the store and pick out a soda from the cooler, then walk over to a shelf and look at the small bags of chips and snacks. There is a bag a Hawaiian Onion potato chips with a $1.29 price tag and a small bag of popcorn right next to it with a price tag of $11.99. I pick up a bag of popcorn and look at it again to see that the price tag has disappeared. I pick up another bag and the price tag falls off onto the floor. I want to pick up the price tag, but find myself distracted by a couple of guys standing at the next aisle that are giving me a really strange look.

I wake up to see that I overslept a bit and am late to work.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing with a huge crowd of people in the middle of a shopping mall. A guy is walking around with a clipboard, counting and registering us for some kind of a hide-and-seek game throughout the mall. I sign the sheet, then walk with several others into a Radio Shack store. I'm looking at the first glass display case and see that there is a micro-cassette recorder for $100, but right next to it is a digital voice recorder for only $15. I ask one of the sales associates why there is such a drastic price difference when I see one of those stupid shake weights sitting on the next display case. I immediately thought about the SNL skit of all the girls “jerking off” the shake weight, so I asked to see it. The salesman wouldn't let me have it, then he picks it up and hides it under the counter, saying, “No, you can't jerk it off! ...Pervert...”

Click image to see the SNL Shake Weight parody on YouTube.

A couple of us walk over to the round center island display where a salesman is handing out various electronic items to everyone. Suddenly, I see the shake weight again. I run to grab it, but the guy knocks it off the counter and hides it again. I say, “I don't need the stupid shake weight. I can do just fine without it.” I make the physical motion of having one in each hand, shaking them toward my face and sticking out my tongue like the last girl in the SNL parody video.

I woke up laughing, then wrote in my DJ.

In my classroom at work, one of the kids PC is standing by the window saying "girls" (he never says this.. ever). I walk towards him and.. I think he changes into someone else? But he starts sawing at my arm with a butter knife.. and in defense I do the same to him. I realize what I'm trying to do isn't working on him.. but when it's over I am covered in my own blood from slices on my legs, arms, and face. I don't want my mom to see (???) so I have a sweatshirt on and I pull up the hood.

Plan: Night 3 of my MILD challenge, when I fell asleep last night I was wishing I could do something to help with the disaster down in Japan, things are such a disaster down there... I don't even have money to donate... I was thinking if I could just AP a lot better than I could use that ability to find survivors, even to find those who have passed so their loved ones could have closure. I was focused on that, and I had a lucid dream where I did just that. It felt like my consciousness was jumping from one animal to another and searching for survivors...

I am in a different place, I am lucid, but I'm not in Japan, which is what had been on my mind when I fell asleep. Instead I am on the moon, and Nomad is there with me. He says he thinks some of the people from other worlds that we are in contact with such as Washu, Q, etc. can possibly manage to communicate with the people trying to keep the nuclear power plant in Japan stable… if they can manage to communicate, maybe they can help. I tell Nomad I really wish there was something I could really do to help… He says all we can do is try. We teleport to the nuclear plant, along with the people I mentioned who are going to try to help, there are somewhere around 180 men and women rotating in and out of the plant, sea water is being brought in to cool the reactor core, radiation levels are high. Washu says the right kind of energy field can help neutralize some radiation… which is also energy… though it won't help if there is a meltdown… there doesn't seem to be a lot I can do there.

So now I am in a city, or what's left of a city. The place is a complete disaster, it looks like I was completely wrong about there being even a vague chance of finding anyone in that place who is still alive. I am having feelings of hopelessness, but since I am non-corporeal right now, I go ahead and phase through some of the rubble to look farther underneath it. More destruction… solid rubble… just a total disaster.

The dead, I only spot a couple of bodies, but there are spirits of those who have passed being drawn to me since I am in a form similar to them but still connected to a living body. They are lost and confused, some don't even seem to realize they're dead. I try to tell them they need to move on to the next world, some do so, others don't want to admit they're dead, and still others don't even believe in another world after this one. I find a survivor. Now what? She is trapped, unable to move, too weak to make much sound. I find a short way to the surface. After a short look I find a rescue dog and enter the dog's mind, a friendly dog, a good dog wants to help. The dog and I guide a rescuer back to the trapped woman. Perfect! I can get the animals to help! I enter a bird and harass a rescuer until he finally follows me to a some trapped animals that are still alive.

As a kitten, I lead a rescuer to a man and his daughter who are trapped, drawing attention with plaintive mews. Still as a cat, I find a woman buried in rubble. I can't find anyone to help, she is so deep down… and hurt too badly. All I can do is stay by her side and purr… she seems to find some comfort in the kitty beside her purring… the kitty is also crying…