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Good morning! I kinda failed my WBTB this morning, fell asleep again and woke up a few hours later. I figured I still had time for the G+C combo, and even though it worked, I couldn't fall back asleep afterwards. The lucid was a fun one though, so I don't mind!

00.15: Sleep

05.55: Crazy elevator ride
I'm in an elevator with a black guy. He's got a glock and I realise he's going to shoot someone. The doors open and he kills two people instantly. The doors close and we go to the next floor. Rinse and repeat. I press myself to the corner of the elevator to not get hit. The doors open once again and this time the two people don't go down in a second. They are pumped full of lead and blood gets everywhere. The doors close. We go down a level and when they open again. Two guys rush in with guns pointing at our heads. The guy I'm with drops the glock and I pick it up. "You think you're fast enough for me?" one of the guys ask. I draw and shoot two shots in an instant. Nothing happens though, and it's like I was shooting blanks, but we all knew I would. "Haha see? It's as fast as a doubleclick with the mouse" I say and they all agree that I'm fast.

05.55: Fragment
*I'm at some appartment complex. A few old people have just moved in next door, and some guy really wants their appartment. He begs and almost starts crying. I spot a river full of colourful pieces of glass. I pick a blue one up and head towards the nice pond in the middle of the place.

07.20: WBTB 10 minutes

08.10: I am in control MILD
I'm running around at some complex, playing a weird game with alot of othe people. The map reminds me of some "Golden Eye" map, winter and sterile surroundings, glass windows and metal stairs all around. I hide behind some boxes. I need to get a hold of some brown stones. They are scattered all around the map, and you're supposed to put them in snowballs which you then throw at people to kill them or whatever. I get out of hiding and find a small brown stone and put it in a snowball. Some guys on mammoth's run past me and I follow them.

A smaller mammoth is at the back and I intend to get him. I throw the snowball at the beast and it collapses. I start fighting the small rider, and suddenly we're in a garage. I can't fight as usual, and my kicks are so lame. I have the advantage though, and I land atleast one nice kick in his stomach. Some other people shows up, one guy laughs at me. "You want some too?" I ask and walk up to him. I start dodging to the side like a boxer, and remove my gloves. I can't seem to hit him though, and it's really frustrating.

I become lucid and stop what I'm doing. I turn around and give the smaller guy a blow in the stomach that throws him with incredible force into a corner. I quickly turn around again and grab the other guy and his girlfriend with telekinesis. I slam them into the wall next to the other guy and hold them there. "Everyone, line up infront of me!" I yell at the remaining people in the garage. They start lining up, side by side infront of me. "Come on hurry up" I say and grab the remaining people with telekinesis and position them.

I count seven people infront of me. I look at my hands and rub them. It's time for some payback I think and turn around to the people at the wall. I recognise the girl, it's Ariadne from "Inception". "You're way too cute to die. Get in line" I tell her and she gets in line with everyone else. "Hmm... Now we're two people too many" I say and try to figure out who I need to get rid of. I take a close look at each and everyone, and a half-bald, short guy in his late thirties gets my attention. "You" I say and point my finger at his face. I close my thumb just like I was holding a gun, and he jerks. A small red dot appears on his forehead and he collapses. A guy next to him looks almost the same, and I decide he's next. "Kill yourself" I tell him. He points his finger to his temple, and pulls the trigger. He collapses next to his friend.



"I am in complete control over you!" I say. "You're just a part of my subconscious". I try to remember my dreamtask, but I can't recall what it was. "What was my dreamtask?" I ask them. "Beer and bread" a guy tells me. An old classmate of mine, starts talking. "You owe me a beer! Remember last ti..." I cut him off by grabbing his throat with telekinesis and lift him up. "What did you say? I can't hear you" I tell him and watch him struggle. He's making grotesque faces and strangled noises. "I am in complete control!" I yell at them as I walk down the line. When I get back to the middle I release him. He gasps for air on his knees.

Suddenly I remember my task, to summon Ozzy once again. "Get out of the way" I tell a girl at the end of the line and push her to the side. I look around the corner and whistle. "Ozzy! Come here boy!" I yell. Nothing. I look to my left and then back again and there he is. He runs up to me, he's brown this time, and he's got a tail, but his size is the same, around two feet tall. He bites my wrist gently and don't want to let go. "How are you?" I ask him and wonder if he can answer me. I hug him and scratch his chest, the feeling is very realistic, but as I close my eyes, I start to lose the dream.

I try to DEILD, but my recall isn't the best, and I'm afraid I will lose the memory of the dream, so I give up.

08.10: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 7½ hours

Supplements: 2 x Omega-3, 200 mg B6, 250 ml applejuice, 1 x Lucid Dreamer at WBTB

That's it! I'm not sure I've had that good control with telekinesis before. Everything happened in an instant and there was no resistance at all. Was also a very long time ago since I was actually evil in my dreams, but I have to admit it was fun!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

This week has been pretty boring for dreams. Nothing but a mess of fragments.

- A body out lined in chalk
- My sister wanted me to send money on paypal to some random place because her payment failed
- Big girl sitting on a glacier
- Houses built on stilts in a kind of swamp area, a feeling that it was somewhere in the southeast region on Asia
- Me about 8 months pregnant (with a girl - I have boys) sitting in a jacuzzi talking about the baby, immediately followed by images of a steaming (bubbly from the oven) cherry pie. Looking over I notice a girl that was there without her boyfriend, which I find odd.

NON DREAM DREAM LUCID DREAM
I am walking up the stairs, trying not to make too much sound, my shoes hard against the hard wooden floor, as if they might fear that I’m a prowler. It’s the house of my auntie, Chris (perhaps triggered by the lengthy conversation with my mum last night about Chris and Oma and Luke) – the original house from childhood visits - and I’ve just arrived in Holland. Coming up the stairs onto the first floor, the door is open, so I’m planning on going into the first room opposite the stairs without stirring anyone, but when the bed comes into view, there is a soft pre-dawn light filtering through transparent curtains, and my cousin Luke is going down on his girlfriend, she wearing nothing but a green t-shirt (perhaps a reference to my favourite colour at Induction Day at Amnesty yesterday)... They see me almost immediately, reacting surprised, the girl gesturing with some embarrassment that my room is upstairs, as I also try and save the situation, like I don’t want to interrupt I only need to know where I’m sleeping and I’ll be as quick as gone. In the next room, where I expect to find Chris, there is again movement under the blanket, and multiple heads stick out surprised, with at least three couples all surprised to see me.

Upstairs in the dark, spacious attic like a small community hall with hard wooden floor, there are lots of people who are familiar to me as the friends me and Luke used to hang with when we were all younger, and starting with Luke, I give them all big powerful hugs, crushing them close for a brief passionate hug in the excitement, although physically they all resemble closer the dark long-haired, Latino faces of More’s friends we used to hang with in Cusco, or in Plaza Dorego in Buenos Aires, and I suppose thusly, a gringo, a friend of a friend, I’m more excited to see them again as they are of me. They’re all coming to visit at the same time, and next I remember that a band, modelled physically on the consummate rock star faces of The Church (in mid-December 2010 they played at my last shift working at Notes), singing 90's grunge music, the singer almost resembling a thinner version of old Peter Fonda (from the Californication episode a few days back on late Sunday night), playing a low-strapped electric Stratocaster, in the middle of the room without needing to set up.

At the drinks table, a guy who is in his late 30’s, a musician type, recognises me as the guest of honour, asks me to crack his back, and I don’t need too much instruction before I hold him firmly with my left hand on his shoulder and with my other hand cupped inside his left shoulder blade push it forward with a sinewy pop that seems to relieve him. He then tests out how much looser his shoulder feels, softly but still quite rigidly assuming a drummer’s stance and playing a simple beat on the air. There’s another veteran of the rock scene, tall and strong and a bald head, dressed sharp and all black, and, in the obliged manner as if the gig and their being present were contractual, he pours me a drink as if for a competition winner. He and the drummer talk about how tough musicians have it, continuing without irony even as I tell them that they’re lucky, they get to make a living out of playing music.

*

In another scene, I am downstairs, outside in a small narrow courtyard on the side of the house, and one of the girls across from me talks about how they have this thing they do, and I realise that there’s a guy that has already scaled the two tiers of sloping tiled rooves.

He is standing on the edge of the roof, if only for the rush of adrenaline, when he suddenly snaps backward violently as if slipping, and very quickly slides on his back down the first tier of slick, concave terracotta tiles, bouncing down onto the second shorter tier, when we all stand, reacting to break his mortal fall, but without significant resistance caused by any one of us, he somehow slows, turning on the lip of the roof and, cart wheeling smoothly in the air, lands gracefully on his feet.


In a subsequent scene, I move naturally through the liquid surface of a horizontal, rectangular mirror set at eye-level on the wall, coming out again in the darkened back of what resembles a garage and move to the front, with the big barn-like door open and strong sunlight coming in through the gaps in the roof as if it were made up of long sticks bound together, or lots of big holes in the jungle leaf roofing.

I notice a strange looking child next to my leg, who seems to be alone (perhaps like the toddler in the stroller alone outside the general store along Glebe Point Road yesterday, staring expressionlessly down the street) and I stoop to it, perhaps to ask where her mother is. The ugly, fat baby, standing up wobbling with arms outstretched, not physically older than 2 years old, talks to me, although in a squeaky voice, perfectly, like talking to a much older kid. Loose, pock-marked skin, becomes mice ears the next time I look (like my pet rat when I was in my teens who developed a tumour and lost all of its hair)...

Holding it in my hands, I put it down to let it free as an over-grown bald and wrinkly mouse, that resembles the skin and deformation of a person with an ageing disorder. I think about it again (perhaps based on my background thinking lately to more regularly question to the logic of what I’m experiencing, and exercise my memory like whether I can remember the steps that lead me to my present location) and suddenly realise that I must be in a dream, immediately holding my nose and when I feel the contradictory wind through my nostrils, I say out loud that I’m dreaming to Simon Patterson who has been with me for sometime now, who I know will be interested in this realisation and follow me in exploring its implications.


Lucid dreaming, I suppress the thought that I might wake up if I get too excited, as well as the thought to write down this breakthrough and document what is happening subsequently (as if learning from the previous attempt – with the differently coloured humus – where I immediately began writing in the excitement, a reaction that I explained to Symo and Ken on last Friday night as being stupid, saying that ‘I totally missed the point’), and have no trouble focusing on trying to change the scene with my mind, focusing specifically on the mirror which we have been passing through. I see the people in the courtyard on the other side, but now the conceit doesn’t function, and the mirror changes from a realistic inanimate object into never existing in the first place, an empty black frame built into the wall. I had assumed that my sub-conscious was still active, and it seems from this evidence that my awakening of conscious awareness in the dream has limited the fanciful potential of my imagination.

I'm on a bus on my way to meet someone, a girl I’m hot for, to go to a concert. The bus is empty but for a small group of young women, excitedly chatting and tipsy from pre-drinks, and a nice, cute blonde girl takes an interest in me, and while I seem to succeed, from my point of view, in impressing her, as if the concert that I’m going to reflects well on me, while feigning indifference, looking towards the front of the bus to see where we are, narrow, modern CBD of a small European city, when a voice comes softly from towards the driver, last stop.

I step out as soon as the back doors open almost without saying goodbye properly, a brief wave.

I can’t find my friend where I’m supposed to wait, or perhaps realise that I should’ve invited the fun, pretty girl on the bus to come with us. I hurry into the train station to try and catch up to her, having mentioned that she and her friends were going to another music festival. I manage to get far into the station, white tiles like the Parisian station in the DVD I watch directly before sleep “Round Midnight”, without encountering a ticket turnstile, searching for faces, a normal weekend train station scene. I come to a railing looking down onto two platforms below, an inbound train pushing through at a resisted speed, all but submerged in sea water, the roof sliding under just before passing into the tunnel mouth under me, a train arriving on the parallel track from the opposite direction, the water churning confusedly, the commuters coming up the stairs normally to the side of me.

2/12/2010

19.02.2011

Cash drop hour!! (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was attending a class of something. It was probably a class about ESP or some sort of psychic stuff that I already archive and use on a daily basis, I cannot remember well.
The teacher was pretty eccentric and I was feeling bothered because the teacher was trying to teach me something she was well aware I already archived.

We went to some sort of beach with the entire class. The teacher told me how to do some kind of energy work, but I told her I knew well about it. While we were waiting for other students, a red parrot flew by me and turned into a dark red pigeon. It stopped by me and the teacher stared in amazement. I started to pet the pigeon and it started to purr like a cat. I was surprised of such situation and looked at the animal. It was a cat, a beautiful red skinned cat. It almost glowed. The cat was asking for love and purring very intensely.

Suddenly, I waked to a kiosk with a stage. A sat in the stage with a few random psychics that I do not know in waking life. One psychic told me to create a PSI Ball and throw it to one guy or gal in the public. I did. My PSI ball hitted a guy who woke abruptly from his chair and grabbed a can of coke. He drank the whole can in one gulp and died. I was surprised of what happened. Another psychic threw a PSI Ball to other gal in the crowd. She stood up and grabbed a can of Red Bull. She drank it in one gulp and died as well.

A third member of the crowd got hit by another PSI Ball, but before she could grab a can of a soda, I threw a bottle of water. She drank from it and did not die. I told the other psychics that sodas were not good. From here, we did some sort of manifestation against soft-drinks distributors.

I walked to my neighborhood and I saw a few DC (both adults and kids) picking up cash and stuff from the floor. I saw a small banner that said, "Cash drop hour. Next event at 2:45 PM" I figured that some rich people arrived to throw free money. I went upstairs, home, where I met with a random DC. We were watching some TV when she realized that more people was dropping cash. I ran and exited my building. I grabbed a $1,000 bill before it scape, but it had a white face, so it was fake. I focused on picking up as much cash as I could from the ground. However, I arrived late. I realized that at least I could pick up some cash. I had a few $10 bills and two $500 bills. I was happy because I could pay of some credit cards I have some balance left. I also had some credit vouchers from restaurants and some Magic the Gathering cards. I ran home and when I arrived to show the DC all I gathered, I had none. Both the DC and I ran downstairs and exited our home. We saw some people picking up stuff from the floor. The next cash drop event was going to take place in a street, but my friend did not want to go.

Suddenly, the dream rewinded itself to the beach. I realized I just been there, so I turned lucid. My level of lucidity was very low and I had little control over the dream and the plot guided me. I recalled the Cash drop hour and I wanted to be there first, so I decided to teleport there.

I arrived at my street and I saw a TV where they announced that several people was dying fast. I saw it was the kiosk where I was with those psychics. I felt sorry for them as I knew the solution, but I wanted to be there first so I could take some cash to the waking world.

I saw a few kids with a big stack of Magic the Gathering cards. One of them told me, "I got his amazing card. It is some awesome! I might throw it at the cash drop even to make it more interesting!" I asked the kid to show me the card. I replied, "It is just Liliana Vess. She is a nice planeswalker, but I got a few of those... she is work about $10... nothing to freak out" The kid showed me some useless cards and some other good, but not big dollar cards.

I wondered when the cash drop was going to start. I was not sure how long the dream was going to last and I wanted some cash. I asked to myself if I really could take any cash at all.

It was sunny and I wanted to do something, so I decided to draw a portal with my fingers like I did in the past, with no success... I did not focus really into the task as I wanted to wait for the cash drop thingy. I snapped my fingers twice in order to summon Dreamer, but I neither put a lot of effort, so it failed. I had no control on this dream and I was neither thinking straight. While I waited for the event to happen, I woke up.

In my dream I was reading my literature book which is in fact the childhood memories of the author. When I read in dreams I just get into the book and become the narrator.
I was young - maybe 10 or 11 years old. I was with my cousin and we were both holding babies which were our smaller brother and sister [don't remember the sex]. My cousin wanted to go upstairs... Upstairs meant to climb up a never ending wooden stairs which were old and used. It was very risky specially with the babies. But we were young so we went anyway.
As I was the reader I somehow apprehend what was going to happen:
So after much time we arrived at the top. It was really high and there wasn't much space for us four.
Then I don't know how but I wasn't the narrator anymore but I was still trapped in the book, story. I was downstairs and I could see the author and his cousin high up...
And the baby brother fell.
It crushed his head on the floor and I couldn't do anything because I wasn't there materially. There was blood.
Then I came back into the narrator's body. So I went downstairs hoping that the baby was still alive.
But he was dead.
Then my mum came and she scolded me. But I felt nothing. Even when everyone began to mourn and cry. Because I knew it wasn't me, it was the story. It was the narrator, not me. I was only reading...

I'm walking down a street in my neighborhood. I see a friend of mine. We talk and we go walking down to the park by my old elementry school. I see two girls who are friends with her but hate me. They are both taller than normal and wearing floral dresses. I get scared but i know i have every right to walk around my home without being bugged. The first is rude to me and I ignore her. The other girl keep making remarks so I use combacks until she backs off.
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I hear crashing noises. My phone goes off and I check it. The time says 11:30. i don't think to check it again to see if it changes. My dad says i need to get up and that someone is coming to pick up my friend

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This took place a few years ago maybe 2006.

Background: I am white and American and have had black friends but that's about it.

My dream had me as a young man about 21 walking on a typical street with my guy friends. I knew I was black and I could see my hands and also felt this was a dream. I knew my friends and all their peculiar aspects that make people different. I felt the freedom of dreaming and knowing it and being white and yet never being able to shout the word I did so now, "Yo nigga! Nigga nigga nigga!" My friends looked at me like I was really stupid like "whats your damage?" That was not what I expected, as a white person you come to fear that word lest you start a fight or be branded a racist. My friends continued walking down the street more discussing some crazy things this guy did. I was looking around at street lamps and random stuff so I could see the world through a black mans eyes, of course there was no difference. Then I started to float above my friends and looked down at them as one of them was getting all animated telling this story.
Then I was in a nice house, I was the same person and felt the same. My coat was no longer on and I was wearing a childish looking striped shirt and I was in a bedroom, my bedroom. I recognized it and yet knew I had never seen it before. I walked out of the room to look around. In the hallway a my sister [never seen this girl before and yes she was a black attractive girl maybe in her mid teens] came out of a room and started yelling stuff at me, she was really angry. I had never seen this girl before so I just stood there thinking of how strange this was getting. She stopped and waited for me to say something but before I could my mom walked in [yes another person I never have laid eyes on], "What is going on in here?" My sister yelled a lot that I was doing something to upset her. I was starting to identify with my new self and didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. This was getting intense and I could feel my dad [he was a quiet guy but large, the strong silent type but the mom ran the show, and yes he is unknown to me, as a white man anyways.] My sister on a rampage yelled "BUT MOM???" I felt I had to get out of there and the dream, or whatever it was, faded. I woke up happy to be out of there but glad I had a new appreciation for the Afro-American experience.

18/12/2010

Lucid dream – OBE type exit

I went to bed very early at 8:00 because I had a headache and was very tired. I awoke from this dream experience at 8:57. The fact that I was dead tired probably helped me fall into a REM stage of sleep faster than usual.

Firstly I woke up with some fragments of a dream that I now forgot.

I went back to sleep doing a 3rd eye meditation. I started to feel a spinning sensation and soon I fell out of my body and on to my bedroom floor. I felt the floor boards against my back, I was laying on my back facing the ceiling. Suddenly I started getting pulled through the floor. I couldn't see anything it was all black. I felt as though I was being stretched.

I sprang back into my body like a rubber band. Stayed there for a while then started floating up towards the ceiling passed through the roof the sky was all blue, strange since it as night time. I started moving faster and faster, the suddenly 'landed' in my room in a fully lucid state.

I didn't bother with any reality checks as I already knew I was dreaming I opened my bedroom door, the house looked so real nothing was out of place, I suddenly had a bad feeling that maybe I wasn't dreaming. Since I was wearing nothing but my underpants. I quickly ran into the bathroom directly opposite my room. I looked in the mirror, my eyes were all red and swollen.

I must be dreaming my face looks too strange, I did a reality check of pushing my hand through the other one, it passed through with ease, phew I was dreaming. I looked at my hands in the mirror they were just a ball of skin/hands joined together.

I waked out and back into my room I put some cloths on just in case, I still wasn't totally convinced.( even if I did push my hand through the other one) I walked out into the living room my brother and his friend were watching TV the room was very different from real life so I knew I was dreaming.
I looked at her and said “ Come with me.”
She said “no I am with him”
“Of course you are, sorry I'll leave now:, and I headed out the back door.

Strangely my backyard was that of a house I lived in over a year ago. I was walking towards the front fence, it is a 6foot high steel fence, I thought I will just walk through it since I am dreaming So I did just that, but to my surprise the fence actually fell over.

I walked out to the road there were lots of cars driving by as if it were a main road. I decided to just walk out into the middle of the road and steal someone's car. A motorbike was approaching I though to myself cool this will be fun to ride around on. The bike stopped I signalled to the guy to get of, and take his helmet off, he obeyed but looked very sad. I was struggling to get the helmet on apparently I had something on my head not too sure.

While I was struggling another bike exactly the same pulled up and the guy from the first bike tried to get on his, I stopped him. “What are you doing, you can not take that bike:, I said to him. “I only just bought the bike”. “When did you buy it”,” yesterday lunchtime”. I fely really sad for stealing his bike so I gave it back.

I then woke up and was surprised to find I had only been asleep for less than 1 hour.

I attempted to do a WBTB. no alarm, just woke up after 8-9 hours of sleep. couldnt remember a thing. possibly to marijuana. then i took a GNC big 100 vitamin containing 100mg of choline, B6 and B12.

so i stayed up for an hour, showered, ate, read dreamviews, then got back into bed nice and cozy, and tried to fall asleep. for the next hour or so i drifted in and out of consciousness but still no dreams. eventually, the images my mind would create while i was trying to fall asleep and then i finally drifted into a dream, but in the dream i still had a feeling of longing to have a dream. in fact i thought they were still pre-sleep images. i was on a dirty industrial boat with my friends and two of them jumped off. i spat my gum down at them, laughed, climbed up to the top deck and accidentally hit my friend's GF in the boob with my foot.
"owwwww"

"haha sorry, but atleast that didnt hurt me"

they stared for a second and then got the joke.

then i woke up, but it felt more like i consciously decided to ignore pre-sleep images, and just lie still with my eyes closed as i practiced the night before. but i moved my body to adjust my position. i then realized, DEILD !!! so i visualized myself back on the boat. and within 3 seconds... i felt like i was being sucked in, everything kidn of faded to black, and i heard "the ringing" which sounds like an extremely loud and distorted dubstep noise. i got so startled that my heart started beating too fast, and i aborted the mission.

Geology Trip

I am on a geology trip with some other students. There is much that I cannot remember, but we end up on a ledge looking out over a ravine. There is a rainbow that can be seen caused by some spray coming off of a waterfall. Some students believe that at the end of this rainbow, there is a great mineral specimen. I realize that the rainbow is just an illusion, as you can move it by walking backwards.

The professor points down into the ravine, and shows us a tunnel. We are going to go into the tunnel. Somehow, I am helpful in doing this.

December 8th

I was crawling through the streets of Africa, I was hiding from nothing. I went into a dance pad to see the girl I like in the arms of my friend. I unleashed a massive payload laying down every person in the room.

I then escaped noticing a lot of blacks looking at me, admiring me becuase I just shot up a bunch of white dudes in the Dance Pad. The next thing I remember I was driving the car below and racing it against someone.



As I was racing in labs, the car disappeared and I realized that I was running . Then I stopped and found my dad waiting for me in a near by bush. We went to play baseball, only to find a kid I know beating up another kid in the sandlot.

Then the scene changes and I heard about some assassination during WW2. The guy who did this was kept in prison and died at the age of 42.

The scene goes blank and I find myself wandering through different floors of my school. I remember entering a floor and have people yell at me saying it was forbidden.

I enter my Spanish class and sat down with my students. My teacher said we were working in groups; so I got paired with a Devil, Zombie, and a ghoul which looked similar to the one below.


It was crazy and I forgot to do a reality check. I ran out of the classroom and remembered drinking from a water fountain. As I was drinking I jammed the water fountain. Then it started to over flood and the water turned into eggnog and cappuccino. I remediable seeing a chess board in my dreams and playing against a man who said he was trapped in the dream world for 7 years. I immediately did a reality check but woke up instantly. This was a really crazy dream.

This whole adventure stared with a normal dream that I can't remember the details of, and lead into a false awakening.

I woke up the same place I had fallen asleep, on the couch, to my roommates L and S and S's family getting home from the Chinese New Year Parade. I turn to tell S my dream, but in stead she mocks me for falling asleep instead of doing my homework. I told her I didn't plan to sleep for long, and she asked when the paper was due on the story I was reading. I told her there was no such paper, I just had to read the story. She gave me the face of "sure there is no paper" and began to walk away. I decided to write my dream into my dream journal and that reminded me to do a reality check.

I pinched my nose shut, closed my mouth and was able to take a full breath. "Oh my God! I am dreaming" I say with excitement. For awhile I was just nerding out that I knew I was dreaming and the dream began to shift. I looked through the house and saw sections missing. Not like the walls just weren't there, but a loss of detail in the dream. I if I had painted white over it with photoshop. Not many of the things in the room were retaining their detail. I thought it might be because I was not able to retain all the information within my conscious mind.

I began to wonder what I should do. I could do anything. I turn to see my roommates S and M on the couch. I turn to M and say "hi" in a silly way. (It almost a ritual irl to keep saying it over and over each time getting more silly) She turns and looks at me with a blank, neutral stare. Clearly not interested in socially interacting with me. I am not phased (for I am used to that irl) I say hi again in an even more ridiculous way. She smiles and says hi back, waving in a cute way. I start to tell her that I am in a dream. I decided not to try and convince her she is not in a dream, I just feel like I needed to tell someone . I open my mouth to speak, and words come out in a soft raspy whisper. It was very similar to loosing your voice. I thought of a speech from a brain scientist I say on TED.com where she has a stroke and is analyzing herself from the inside out. There is a particular part where she is unable to understand language that reminded me of it. (which I found interesting upon awakening that I was drawing from my rl memories) I try to talk a bit longer and words become a bit clearer, but I decide to move on to try other things before my dream collapses.

I turn to see M's computer in the living room. It is playing mabinogi (her fav MMO RPG) by itself. I think, that maybe she is just set on follow, since we have made the mistake before, but at a closer look it is actually fighting and wining. After deciding that that was awesome I step away from the screen to find that nearly the entire living room has disappeared. I feel exhausted, and I begin to have trouble focusing my eyes. I decide to concentrate, and begin to think of what everything looks like so that nothing collapses. It did not take long for me to feel back to normal and for the house to be restored. I again decide to move on.

As if to answer the question of what to do next I begin to float in the middle of the room. I smile, totally thrilled, because that is the main reason lucid dreaming is appealing to me, flying. I continue to float until I bump lightly into the ceiling. I giggle at the amateur nature of my flying, but decide to try anyway. I open the window, and begin to soar into the peaceful, foggy city of San Francisco. I almost start to cry I am so happy. I am lead into another false awakening.

I wake up on the couch again to everyone coming home and I begin to tell S about my lucid dream. She does not seem as excited as I expected, but I am having trouble telling the story because I am super hot and fumbling over my words. I feel sick and she seems to think I am also. She makes the comment that if I ever think she looks like she might be sick it is because I am sick. I remember saying that earlier (not irl) and realize I must be running a fever. I am unable to move most of my body very far, so I ask her to help me up. She grabs my hand and pulls me to a sitting position, but I only fall back down again because I can not keep my body erect. I try to get off the couch, only to sort of slither with my blankets onto the floor. I still can't move. S then asks me bout my lucid dream. I tell her about how I did a reality check. I actually went through the motions, but purposely left space so that I could really breathe. (I wish I hadn't because then I would have known that I was dreaming ). After I explain about how the world was not there, it seemed like it had been photoshoped away, she begins to say how I am sick because I am working to much, and how I need to slow down, yada yada yada. I begin to defend myself and wake up on the couch.

I do a reality check immediately to find I am awake.

No, it wasn't scary but I do remember seeing a yellow spacecraft. It had magnets to get cars with. I was confused because I wondered why every car that it passed didn't go up there with it. It was pretty much a dark dream.
I then dreamed of flying and having se...a wonderful time with some cute guys, and girls!? I know that's weird.
I flew with rocket boots, that were white and blue. I flew so far that I "escaped from the dream" and went to an all dark place, and I expierenced the sensation of flying, with endless possiblilties. I asked for my dream guide, because I recalled my dream goals. "Dream guide!" I sort of commanded, but I saw a man with a coat covering his face, well imagined him from another dream. I thought Allison was my dream guide, but I guess this one was. He didn't come meet me yet, I guess I am not ready to meet him, or that wasn't really my dream guide. I noticed, two DCs tried to stop me from having a certian "thing" with these other cute dudes, but I told them to backoff, because it was a dream and I didn't care about them. I have been more violent with my DCs lately because they annoy me with their concerns over the fake world. In a pervious lucid, a dumb Monkey/sheep thing was driving a car and used its powers to become bigger and defeat me. "I don't think so! You can't beat ME in dreamworld!" I said as I increased in size, so huged that I broke out of my dream and entered SP. (I must've been REALLY angry.) It was the weirded SP ever. Back to the weird dream, I was so used to being lucid, I just did "whatever."
I had another lucid when I slept with a guy in a weird stall. It was fun lol! idk why my dreams have been about that, lately, it's not like it's even my Dream Goal!!
So I have had alot of lucids in the past few days, and they're all weird. It might be the fruit I'm eating? Also, the Lion King song "I Just Can't Wait to be King" was stuck in my head, so that might've come up in the dream. And in my lucid dream, I dreamt I was having a lucid dream, but I went in the dream and knew I was dreaming. It was like a false awakening, I was highly aware.

19.02.2011

Mario, Allison, and Batman (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The dream starts as i walk along the sidewalk in my very own neighborhood and we are head to my house as we pass Mario's. I notice and point out to my mom that i saw Mario grap the neck of one of his co-workers and throw him or injure him. I insisted on the fact. As we got closer to the house i noticed that across the streett Allison has cleaned out and reorganized her house so there was a giant dumpster out on the lawn. I went over to it and looked through it as i noticed Allison was across the street talking to another neighbor. I looked through the dumpster and saw an old Batman toy. I picked it up and noticed it was a thin, floppy piece of rubber, and the feet had places where you could put your fingers and make it look like it was walking. I tried it out and Allison and whoever she was talking to started laughing and it was really funny. Then all of us were standing together in Allison's yard, when all of the sudden Mario and his two sons came over and stood there with us. We must have been talking about slaves or seomthing because on of them said, "Slaves are a group!" That didn't need to make sense, but regardless we agreed. Then mom noticed a series of scars on Mario's arm and asked him what they were from. Then he told a story of how he was doing work and when they finish everyone gets together for relax time when the day is over. He said that his boss got angry at him and took away the privelage of him being able to hang out with them in the relax toime after work. This caused him to get angry and lash out at him and they got into a fight and that's how he got the scars.
This part of the dream ended and kind of transitioned onto the next dream.