Dream - Lucid I worked at Subway again. Kacey, my coworker and one of my best friends in waking life, worked there with me. I had just started back, and she had apparently worked there for years. 2 ladies came in, and Kacey took the register. One lady ordered a sweet onion chicken teriyaki. Kacey rang them up super quickly on the touch screen register, using both of her hands. I started to make their sandwiches. Kacey never gave me a ticket for their order, so I asked her if they wanted their sandwiches toasted. She said no, so I put the bread in the microwave to heat it up. The microwave was filthy. It had lots of crumbs and two pieces of stale bread in it. I wondered if the ladies had noticed. Now, I'm in my room, and there's a HUGE American flag stuck through a hole in my window. The wind blows it inside. ~ At work with Kacey again, this time we're in the coffee shop where we currently work. She wanted to run to The Gold Rush store, and she wanted me to go with her. I didn't think this was a good idea, as I remembered a dream I had about us all leaving work to get lunch, and how we would get fired. She said we'd only be gone a minute, besides, we weren't busy. I got in the car with her, and we drove to The Gold Rush, which is a store that buys your old gold jewelry. There was a lot of beautiful items in there. I picked up a pair of ball earrings that had a sketch of an Indian-looking elephant on them with an intricate-looking sketch of an eye. I didn't have enough money to buy them, so I put them down. We left the store, and got in Kacey's car. She asked me if I wanted to eat dinner at this Mexican restaurant that was right there on the corner. I told her no, we've been gone long enough, and I reminded her of the dream that I had thought of earlier, which I had told her about before. She said fine, we won't go. We drove past it and it was closed anyway. She stopped somewhere else on the way back, and the parking lot was very crowded. We had to park on the opposite end and walk a little ways to the store. We left, and I complained about how far away she had parked. We got back to the coffee shop, and the radio had been turned off. Customers had moved around all of the furniture. One lady was sitting on one of our big, black plushy couches reading, and she looked up to glare at us. Andrew, our manager, had been called to come in. He had a huge peace sign gauge in one of his ears, which I wanted to tell him I liked, but never got the chance. He was bringing bus tubs of dishes to the back. He asked to talk to Kacey when she got the chance to talk to him. Then, he saw me and asked to talk to both of us for "a hot second" while we were both back there. He said "Now I know you guys don't get a lunch break...", and continued on about how we shouldn't have left the store unattended. He didn't yell at us, but was very calm about it. Kacey was on the phone and wasn't listening. She left the back, and I had to explain what happened. Basically, I had to tattle on Kacey. I told Andrew it was her idea, and I just went along with it. I started to talk in a normal tone, but it felt weird, so I whispered instead. Then, Kacey and I closed the store and left. Then, I saw what was supposed to be the outside of the coffee shop, all cartoonish, with the sun rising in the background. You hear a voice say "And Super Mickey comes to open!", and sure enough, I see the back of Mickey Mouse with a red cape on, walking up some stairs to get into the shop. ~ Kacey and I went to a movie. There were two men sitting behind us. Kacey got up to go do something. I sat through the movie, playing with a lip ring on the right side of my mouth. One of the men sitting behind me asked me in a very sexy Australian accent "Excuse me, but my friend says it looks like I'm wearing makeup. Does it look like I'm wearing makeup?" I turned around and examined his pretty face. He was gorgeous. He had short, spikey blonde hair and a flawless face. He kinda looked like he had some eye shadow on under his eyes, but it was just his natural face. I told him no, he didn't. Then, my lip ring fell out, and I had to get the Australian man to help me put it back in, because it was a very complicated lip ring. It had more than one fastener, and I had more than one hole for it in my lip. He couldn't really figure it out very well, I don't think we ever fixed it. The movie ended, and the Australian man, his friend and I all walked out together. I was so excited, because the Australian man had talked to and been kinda flirty with me, at least that's how I took it. I found Kacey. She was in some weird, small basement room of the theater. It looked like a lounge-type area, with couches lining the walls. I was going to tell her about the Australian man, but she first told me about how he had asked her for her number. I was really disappointed and sad, so I refrained from telling her about him. My lip ring had come loose again and I had to ask Kacey to help me put it back in. We walked to her car. It was dark outside. She started to help me put it back in.
Dream 1-- Therapist in Space I start out in my therapist's office. The scene is familiar except strangely dark and there is an extra couch on the left hand side of the room, on which my sister is sitting. It's a big brown leather couch that looks extremely comfortable. My therapist and I are discussing something about depression or inactivity/laziness when my sister interrupt by saying that she wants to watch this movie on this TV. She says it's the most famous scene in all of animated movies. As I watch, I get sucked into the PassObs and become part of the progressing movie. The scene is beautiful and large. I'm a robot floating through a gigantic spaceship that contains the luxury comparable to the Titanic. As I am floating forward, I seem to be on a stealth mission that requires me to be quiet by steadily observant. I feel like a spy. As I look forward, I notice the beauty and colors of the scenery around me. There are layers of brown walls that show their depth and distance. The rooms are 50 feet high, creating large spaces for me to easy pass through. There are some pictures on the wall but I try not to notice them, looking straight ahead because I feel like I should be in a state of high alert. As I reach the other side of a large room, I enter the 2nd floor by floating to it. There are no doors or staircases because everything can float in this world. I could see all the different floors as if there were supposed to be an elevator but someone had forgotten to install it, so there were just no walls blocking the view of each floor. There is a shadow on the ground of a robot floating around the corner. This scares me and forces me to hide because I realize I am a spy robot and will be caught and punished if I am found out. I wake up. Dream 2-- Texas Hold 'em (new dreamsign) I am sitting a hold'em table opposite the dealer. At first I am not participating in any way, simply watching/observing as if I were watching WSOP on ESPN. There is an announcer for the game of about 5-6 people who is my old high school chaplain, F. Huddle. He is announcing it similar to how the game would be when watching High Stakes Poker on TV. The flop comes 2diamonds and a heart, F. Huddle starts talking auctioneer speed about the hands and the possibilities. I can see the hands on the left hand side of the screen so I already know who got the best of it, but I can't talk or move or change my perspective, as if the camera were locked in space. There are a little flow of thoughts running through my mind still. As more cards come, the announcing gets more intense, there are possible flushes on the board and one person has the 2 of diamonds, which would be the worst possible flush to make. The others have hearts and so missed their draw. I don't stay in the dream long enough to witness the winner. Dream 3-- Extra Therapy This dream has many scenes where I was in a gym and a new therapist would come out and try to talk to me. He would also be smiling with a calm demeanor. I would always be still, unspeaking, just watching and analyzing. The last scene is the one I remember with any clarity. P. Gasp (a dreamsign) and I were sitting on the bikes at the gym and our former head of upper school comes in as my last therapist. He is trying to find a place to sit when he decides to sit on the boot of one of the ellipticals, which causes the boot to move when he sits down on it, which I find amusing but don't show the emotion. He starts talking to us about something I can't remember.
01/12/2011The Quest for... Ice-cream? (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID This one was interesting. I don't remember most of the beginning, but I do recall that my family and all were watching some really long movie. At some point we decided to take a break so I could get some ice cream. I find myself in this large, somewhat confusing building. Right near the entrance is your standard, industry-chain ice cream place, but I decide to look a bit more. Towards the other end of the building I find a smaller setup, promising homemade, organic ice cream, or something like that. There's a bunch of little kids in line, it being the "healthier" option, but I decide to stick around anyway. When it gets to my turn, I get stuck a bit trying to find a word, and saying, "What I want is like a shake, but thicker..." (I was trying to think of the word "flurry". A la McFlurry, etc.) The man making the ice cream responds by saying, "Well... get a thick shake then!" I figure that's close enough, and go along with it. I get to be surprisingly specific with ice cream (one scoop of chocolate, one scoop of cookie dough, with vanilla as the "base"). While I'm in the line, I take a cup and fill it with some milk, to drink as I wait. But once I get through the line I realize I only have the milk! My shake is nowhere to be found. I figure one of the kids in line must have taken it. I find my way upstairs, where the ice cream man had gone. It looks like he's doing something pretty important, giving a speech or something. I wave and such at somebody, since I know them. (I forget who though. My high school band teacher, perhaps?) Then, I go up to the ice cream guy and kinda sheepishly interrupt him, explaining my predicament. He generously offers to make me a new one, but I'm extremely embarrassed by now that I interrupted what looked like an important ceremony for my own needs. I quietly go, "No, it's okay, really, go back to what you were doing..." and wander off. I begin to wonder about going back to the other ice cream place I saw, but I wake up. (I feel like this dream COULD be symbolic, but like Sylvia (author of Project Sanctuary) says, I think I'd get the meaning wrong if I try to analyze things in isolation. It's not too important anyways, I don't think...) (Also, a bit of synchronicity, though I'm sure it's meaningless, it is kinda funny. Once I rolled myself out of bed and came out to the living room, my dad had the TV turned to CBS. And they were doing some kind of cook-off... with ice cream. Weird.)
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED 22:00 Seattle Watching on TV or reading on some mag about some cute cars to rent on Seattle to see the town. I see an image of it and then I’m there walking among lots of people. Then I seat on a bench and my dad appears by my side and we discuss stuff about my trip to Seattle. Weird souvenir shop On some walls of a castle and I am watching scenes from the past as if they are happening right then. But there’s an off voice explaining the events and describing the place, like a documentary. I learn that these walls have secret passages inside that few people knew about and through which soldiers would move to defend the city. Then I’m inside these passages. Then I find a souvenir shop inside it and a glass showcase with CDs and DVDs as well as small figurines for sale. One of the DVDs is about some knight saint that for some reason looks like a mason to me. Then there’s also a figurine of Smith from The Matrix, although very badly designed. I also see some DVD about Tibet. I don't see what's the connection between this stuff. 2:40 Family meeting At my mom’s with her and my cat. We go from there to my grandparents country house where we meet with more of the family. We’re already late, but not the last ones arriving. As my aunts finalize the lunch or dinner, I check out what they are cooking and find the most strange and delicious things, like some filled yellow pastries and kiwi puddings with egg white filling. Then my cousin João, which I don’t see for years, also joins us. We hug for a long long time while we inform each other about what we’ve been doing these past few years. But we don’t want to let go of each other. My father seems to find inappropriate that we’re hugging so much. I don’t care. 4:00 Meeting an alternate version of Riverstone I get lucid when I’m in front of the mirror in my room. I cross it too soon, before formulating where I want to go, so I get lost in the wormhole/tunnel I cross and almost wake up. I hold on and find myself back in the room. I try a second time this time formulating that I wish to enter Riverstone’s dreams. I cross the mirror again and get out on a room that looks symmetrical of his real room, plus, instead of the posters on the wall, it is covered in real paintings with amazing abstract and surreal art. I focus particularly on one representing a princess with a baby, tied up in a rope and free falling from the sky with the Disney castle on the top of a mountain on the background. Creepy. I then notice that a slightly changed version of Riverstone is sitting on the bed. It looks like him, but a bit more geeky and with a very short black beard. He looks surprised, but not too much and invites me to sit on the bed with him. I accept, but his energy is a bit disturbing. I was going to ask him the meaning of the painting of the princess, but someone calls him and he has to leave the room in a hurry. I go after him and when I cross the door I find an amazing painting on the front wall, stretching to the concave ceiling, inspired on the Wizard of Oz. It has many dogs on the background, of several breeds. It’s a realistic yet naïve type of painting. I then turn to the left and at the end of the corridor I find a large hallway leading to many different studios where young artists work. I see works of art everywhere. I see Riverstone disappearing to some basement and I follow him. It is a printing office and there’s some kind of emergency there he is trying to solve. I realise he is the boss and his employees step aside while he solves the issue. I see gigantic maps they print on a large printer and one map is being printed right now and it was coming out wrongly so he takes the matter in hands and makes it work. Besides the more “arty” work they do, they also do prints of several sizes for all sorts of clients. He is explaining me his business and then he asks me about me, who am I and what I’m doing there. I tell him about Riverstone and that I was trying to enter his dreams and seem to have ended up meeting instead some sort of alternative Riverstone – maybe one that lives inside his own mind, I don’t know. He tells me the other Riverstone is lucky to have me, but then I see a strange glow in his eyes and he starts telling me that if I choose to stay with him, he would make me even happier. I reply that it wouldn’t be fair to the other himself. But the guy is really becoming fond of this idea. I decide to leave when he is back to his work. I run to the room to enter the mirror again, but he runs after me. He changes the mirror, which now is smaller and closer to the ceiling, making it hard to jump through it. But I try. The crossing is harder and the guy is grabbing one of my arms, not allowing me to go. H. G. Wells museum and a totalitarian regime Finally I get rid of his hand around my arm and I land on the other side on what seems to be the exact same house. But this time there’s nobody there and space-time seem to be distorted. I am floating like there’s no gravity at all (not because I want) and I can only move in slow motion. I decide to leave this place immediately so I face the mirror again to cross it. My hair is all spread out, like a medusa and my cheeks are red from the effort i have to make on every movement. I enter through the mirror again and this time I exit on some narrow street, which looks like Lisbon. I see a group of young people in front of a designer shop. They are all wearing similar yet different pieces of knitted wool clothes in very lively colours. I peek at inside the shop and the thing that gets my attention is a large basket hanging from the ceiling with some light brown knitted balls that look like beans and a sign saying “soya”. A piece of art, I guess. The group starts walking up the stone paved street. We pass under an arch. I follow them, because I’m curious to whom they are and what they are going to do. They seem to be on some kind of silent demonstration, but I don’t understand what it is about – something about non-conformity. Then they split into pairs and I follow a couple that enters some museum. They don’t go beyond the museum shop and I get bored of following them so I decide to exit through some back door. It’s dark outside and they come warn me that it is dangerous outside. I ignore them a bit and walk through some alley, just to be confronted with armed men who will shoot first and ask later. They start shooting their automatic weapons in our direction. I think the young couple is hit but the bullets don’t harm me, because I remind myself I’m dreaming. I fly high until the clouds. They keep shooting and they hit a bomber plane whose wrecks almost hit me on its fall. I descend from the clouds a bit further away. The day is breaking. I see an amazing complex of buildings and machines, ranging from Japanese temples, to oil derricks to steam-punk machinery, etc. I go closer to check what it is. I see people walking between these buildings and machines and then I spot some tour guide explaining some machine and I find out this is an open air museum dedicated to H.G.Wells. The funny part is that when I hear the tour guide I realise this is a society under tyranny of a totalitarian regime which has no place for free will or free speech. The tour guide is trying to explain the concept of free thinking without really going into free thinking and people who listen to him seem confused and afraid that he is even daring to mention such heretic thoughts. He asks forgiveness and explains he is just trying to tell a story of how things were but in no way promoting it. I come down and sit by the side of some visitors on a bench. Then some desperate guy enters this place with a gun and shouting provocative slogans. He takes some people as hostages and forces them to shout slogans with him. People are scared of him and they do it. Then some intervention forces arrive and start shooting as soon as they step over a bridge facing the unwilling group of “demonstrators”. They don’t care if these people are innocent; they are only care about shutting them up. I get caught between them and the bullets. When they start shooting, I wake up. 6:00 Knock out I’m going through some kitchen drawers looking for some home textiles. I find a green translucent cloth that serves my purpose and then I hang it on a nearby door, just to see if the size fits. Then I feel a strong blow on the back of my head and I fall on the floor. I feel dizzy, but I think I’m ok. I look around and seems like a wood beam fell from the ceiling and hit me. But soon I start feeling vertigo and I ask some girls I see behind a counter to call for help. Then I watch them discussing ho too call. I tell them there’s no possible discussion there, just call 112 (the European 911). They still aren’t convinced. I black out. I later wake up lying on the floor and I see my mom looking at me. She complains that they took a long time calling her because my personal contacts’ agenda is not well organized and they didn’t know who to call. I insist there was no confusion possible; they just had to call 112. Apparently nobody did. I don’t care, I feel better and I get up. [In the morning, I thought maybe my cat jumped on my head while I was asleep and that's why I dreamed this] Playing ball I then am in the atrium of a train station and I see some kids playing ball. The ball comes to my direction and I kick it back to them. They like me and start throwing the ball at me on purpose. I play some tricks and they love it. Then some kid finds coins on the floor and he hands it to me, saying it’s 500 cents. I smile and I see it’s only 1 euro and something. I say for him to keep it, but he says that all the kids would agree that I deserve it. I find it cute. Then he starts cheering for me and all the kids start cheering and saying my name out loud. I feel embarrassed. 8:00
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"Good morning, everybody. Dream #1 I was in a kitchen with my mom. The kitchen was full of boxes, though it didn't feel disorganized. The light was bright and the air was warm and humid, as if something were cooking. My mom sat at a nice, wood desk with a stand of shelves on the desk top. She pulled a bunch of magazines out and showed them to me, as if she thought I'd like them. Something about the magazines made me mad. They were like porn magazines or women's fashion magazines. I started yelling at my mom. Then at some point I realized that the man across the street from my mom's house was either a killer or some other kind of criminal, and that he was coming to attack us. We were, in fact, staying alert, waiting for his arrival. I walked out of the room. I stood before a few stacks of boxes about my height. I turned to my right. I looked through a window on a door. I saw into another room, which I may have thought was outside, and which looked like a smallish warehouse full of boxes. Dream #2 I was walking down a dark hallway, probably in an office building, on the ground floor. I ran into an old co-worker, CJ. He looked great. He was clean-shaven, and his clothes looked really well taken care of. I stopped him. We spoke for a bit before a closed door to my left. We spoke about our old boss. Then he asked me if I liked this kind of work. I told him yes. He laughed but said he wasn't surprised, given how enthusiastically I went about it. CJ was now gone. I was somewhere like a bedroom, rifling through the top drawers. At some point I had a brush and maybe some curlers or toilet paper rolls. Somehow I came to realize that my boss owned a concession stand downstairs from our office. I now understood "why he left work so early" (?) every day. He had to come down here at a specific time (4 PM?) to take charge of the store. Dream #3 Some people were testing out a mask that looked like a black wool cap t o be pulled over a person's face for doing things like spying or performing robberies. The fabric looked thick. But apparently you could see through it pretty well. A man was testing out the mask on another man. But the man wasn't giving a clear answer on how well he could see. The first man got really frustrated and said, "Just tell me how well you see!" I now saw from inside the mask. The view was like looking through a very thin spider web. I tried to express this. Dream #4 I was on Dreamviews. I had posted some comment, then a picture which I'd intended people to think was me. It was a low-angle shot of a little, blonde girl in a bright green sundress, below a blue sky. Below the picture I typed in all this stuff which I thought would make people think I was a little girl. After I'd done this, I felt some regret. I knew people on the site already knew I'm a guy. Now they'd know I was just trolling.
I was on the ice hockey team with A and S. I was very good at it. S was not so she left. Afterwards a guy I don't remember and I were sitting across from Marissa at a table. She was crying because she couldn't skate which she attributed to the fact that she was fat. Neither of us said anything for a while. Then I said "A. You're not fat, you're beautiful and B." and then I couldn't think of a B but I think I made something up. Then A and I were with some people at the mall. She wanted a slurpee so she walked faster and was separated from the pack of people we were with. I also separated from the pack, I was between the pack and A and I didn't know why I was walking alone. I felt anxious and felt like they were judging me for not walking with them. Then I recognized a guy walking toward us who had no shirt on. He was very skinny and I touched his abs. Then I was in my car driving somewhere. A was supposed to be there but she wasn't so I called her phone. She didn't answer and the message came on but it was different. It said that S had died and she was at the funeral. I was frantic and tried calling her again and then calling S but nobody picked up. I then had to go through a maze of garbage and scraps of metal and wood and insulation outside of some sort of warehouse and attempt to pick up my mom from somewhere.
I frequently went to a small Italian restaurant which had a little patio outside with tables and chairs. I was walking through the patio and saw some bread in a basket on one of the tables. I talked to the people at the table for a few seconds and then took the bread and ran. The streets were old and dirty and possibly looked like Italy. One of the chubby waiters ran after me, yelling for the bread back. When he finally caught up to me he was very friendly and understanding and told me that I should come back tomorrow and sit down and have a meal but I was too embarrassed and I knew I would never come back there again.
I was in bed and there was a blackboard on the wall across from me. I was studying for a French test. Then my dad came in and asked how it was going and then proceeded to write some French on the board and teach it to me. I was uncomfortable.
I was buying new curtains for my room for college which for some reason was a slightly different room for the second semester. More of a long rectangular shape. We asked for the beds to be un-bunked and they were but now they were all in a row next to each other right next to the door which none of us liked. While I was buying curtains E was there talking and sports and I said I wanted to join one maybe. She seemed to think this idea was ridiculous and tried to talk me out of it. A kid on the baseball team was also there arguing with his mother about his room and about baseball.
1/12/11 - Wall-Walking Dream Non-dream Lucid Yay finally, a fun little lucid! I don't remember how I got lucid, but I definitely knew I was dreaming. I was at the front door of my house, and there was a big bubble on the porch. I jumped into the air, and floated/air-swam over to the bubble, and pulled it back into the house with me and closed the door. Will was there, and I'd been trying to impress him, though I knew he was a DC. I gave him the bubble and he left. Remembering a scene from the movie Inception, I decided to try and walk up a wall, and change my perspective a bit - almost like turning the room sideways. I looked around for a good wall to use, and found that my dad's office was perfect, with walls and areas of ceiling at varying angles. I saw my dad sitting at his desk and asked him, "Can I walk on your walls? It is my dream." He just nodded and smiled, so I turned to the wall and walked straight at it, then stepped onto it and walked straight up. It took some concentration, but the room's gravity seemed to shift. The wall I was on became my floor. I proceeded to walk all over the walls and ceiling, enjoying it very much. At some point I decided to get rid of all gravity, and just float around. I did lots of flips and turns, enjoying the way it made the room spin, and the overall weightlessness of it. I then started talking to my dad about it, and he said something about a baseball team, which confused me. I rolled over in bed and woke up. Maybe next time I'll remember to do something productive.
I am at an art gallery with AC and SP, and we are joking about buying this huge pricey painting. They are talking to a lady that works there. My dad is there, and we start painting an abstract of a family sitting at a table. ... Something about my 92 year old great aunt not being well..
12 Jan 2011 My [deceased] parents and I are on a clifftop overlooking a local beach. It's night time and the moon is very low in the sky, illuminating the whole scene. We discuss how beautiful it is. Then I find myself swimming in the ocean below with lots of other people. It's now a warm and sunny day. Suddenly, a lifeguard on the beach gets a radio call and dives into the ocean. He swims toward a young boy who appears to be drowning, and drags him back to safety. At this point I start to feel lighter and, pushing the boundaries of what seems possible, I find that by kicking my legs furiously I can rise up out of the water. Soon I am virtually walking on it, having only my feet below the surface. Interpretation: This seems to be about gaining mastery over my emotions (the low moon, for example, followed by a rising up from the sea (of emotion?). If both the drowning boy and the lifeguard are aspects of myself, then it makes sense that I should feel 'lighter', once the boy had been rescued. Notes: The dream also had a feeling of OILD about it (Options Induced Lucid Dream). It's a technique that I've been developing and experimenting with for a couple of weeks now. It basically works on the premise that 99% of our reactions in life (and assumptions about it) are entirely robotic (conditioned responses), and that there are, therefore, ALWAYS other options available - only we don't usually consider them. The technique, then, involves constantly observing - and, most importantly, questioning - one's reactions, especially when confronted by apparent obstacles, conflicts, limitations or fear-based situations. Inherent to this, of course, is discerning where one is. However, unlike a basic RC, the value of actually questioning one's programmed reactions (and breaking free of those reactions in daily life) is becoming increasingly apparent to me. Whilst people may not have limitless options in waking reality, in terms of being able to walk on water, etc, we certainly do have many more options than our 'auto-pilot' permits us to realise. Needless to say, the constant questioning of one's reactions and limitations, in the pursuit of greater freedom, carries over into dreams. And this is what I got a sense of as I was flapping about in the water. For some people, automatic and uncontrolled aggression is an aspect of their programming; their auto-pilot. For most, however, I feel that timidity is the 'problem' - that we simply go along to get along. The degree to which one may want to substitute timidity for boldness obviously depends upon the situation (and crucially, whether one is dreaming or not). But it's precisely in the establishing of this fact that greater freedom and lucidity are achieved, not only in dreams, but in waking reality as well. A recent (unrecorded) dream went something like this: I was back in school and the teacher began handing out packets of crisps, which we weren't allowed to eat until break-time. He then issued a stern reminder not to secretly eat them in class, which I recognized as a conflict (a limitation of my freedom), and so began considering other options. This led to the realisation that I was dreaming. And so, standing up, I confidently uttered the following words: "Not only will I eat my crisps now, but I'll also eat yours, and I'll do so right in front of your face." Had I been using this technique during my actual school days (instead of merely going through the motions on auto-pilot), I would surely have been a lot less timid. In fact, after receiving an unjust detention (for example), I may, having questioned my options, have said something to the effect of: "Not only will I not be coming to your detention, sir, but if you ever issue me one again, I'll tell my parents that you've been touching me inappropriately." (Whilst I wouldn't have actually made any false accusations, it would surely have put the fear of God into the teacher). OILD - Because there's ALWAYS another option!
7 January 2011 I was at a university (where i used to study many moons ago) and walked from the one side to the other side around the university grounds. As i walked it became darker and darker. I came across lots of Acacia trees and in the middle was an opening where a fire was burning. The university was still visible in the back ground in daylight. I saw 4 people, i standing and the rest sitting around the fire. There were a flash of light and it felt like I had sand in my eyes - struggling to see and walking towards the fire. There the 4th person who was standing all the time shouted at me to get away and actually pulled me away to avoid me touching the 3 dead bodies that laid scorching on the ground. Needless to say, I could not sleep after this.
Date: 11/1/11 (<Awesome date ) Lucid Non-lucid Decided to get back into lucid dreaming and start my dream journal again. I sort of had to put it aside because of how hectic school became but my New Year's resolution was to have at least one more lucid dream this year!!! ---------- I was in an indoor car impound lot. Well I wasn't really in it but was watching it like a movie. There was scary and suspenseful music. A young girl in a white dress who looked to be about 10 was walking through the cars. Her older brother wasn't far behind. Gibbs from NCIS stood up on a raised platform at the back of the building, watching them and laughing. The girl ran her hand along a white car and twirled around laughing. She ran away as her brother began to chase her. Her brother touched the same car that his sister had and it suddenly exploded. It wasn't a big explosion but it was big enough to destroy the car and Gibbs' son with it. Gibbs had a shocked expression on his face and the image froze and faded to black. ---------- I was in a school - not one I've ever been to before. But me and my friend, Jessie were there together. Nothing was mentioned but I knew that everyone at this school, including us, was being kept prisoner by the teachers. Jessie and I had established a sort of 'nest'area where we stashed forbidden goods. The goods included chocolate, which we were forbidden to have and Jessie had never even heard of it until I smuggled some into the school. On this particular day, Mr B, arrived in the carpark. In real life Mr B is one of my teachers but in the dream he was just a friend. He pulled up in his car and Jessie and I ran over to it. I peered into the boot and saw some soft drink (another forbidden good) and chocolate. "Jess! Look at this!" I said and pointed to it. Jessie gasped. "Mr B! Can we have some?" she asked in an excited but hushed voice. Mr B looked around cautiously and then nodded and popped the boot. We pulled it open and leant in, stuffing our faces with chocolate and soft drink. "Girls, what are you doing?" we heard the head mistress call out. We quickly put down the food and drinks and looked back to her, over the rooves of some of the other cars. She couldn't have seen what we were doing. "Just saying hello to Mr B!" I replied. "Come back at once!" she called. Jessie quickly ran back and I stood there for a moment trying to think of a way I could smuggle back the soft drink but I didn't end up doing it and joined Jessie back near our nest. Later, there was another chance and we made a dash to the car and finished up the chocolate and soft drink. When we returned to the building however, the head mistress was standing out the front with her hands on her hips. "Been eating chocolate have we?" she asked and Jessie and I remained silent. "Show me where the rest is," she demanded. Meekly we took her to our nest where Jessie leant in as if looking for more chocolate but I could see her quickly gobbling up the rest. "There is nothing here," she said to the head mistress. "Okay," the head mistress complied and left. "Phew! That was close!" I said. Despite days of immersing myself in different techniques and being completely positive that they would work I haven't had success yet but I'm sure I will soon!!!!
Updated 01-12-2011 at 09:43 AM by 36142
11.01.2011Psychokinesis, Sky-train and my wife. Dream Sharing extremely likely. (DILD) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Finally I am settle and I hope I can start writing down my dreams daily again. My recall did not get affected. I recalled four dreams, but I was too tired to write a lot of detail. Fourth: I was working in a store and realized it did not look like the Pata Negra store where I work at. I turned lucid. My lucidity was not really awesome and I was not thinking straight. I knew I was dreaming, however, I was mixing planes. I wanted to sweep a piece of the store. I was hopping if I swept the store in the dream plane, I would do it as well on the physical plane and I would not need to do it when I woke up and go to work. I exited the store and I met my wife. I wanted to find a broom (buy or steal one) to clean that up. I told my wife we were in a dream and I was looking for the broom. My wife did not acted dumb like a regular dream character. I entered the store once more and it looked like the checkout area of a grocery store. I realized that it was impossible to change the physical plane from the dream plane. I left the store and my wife was still there. I saw a rail really high in the sky. The day was very sunny and the sky was very blue. I was talking with my wife and I felt it could be a dream share because she did not vanish when I entered the store, and she could talk and think on her own. I flew a little bit to make my dream stable. After a while, we walked into a crowded area. I found several dream characters. I remembered reading at DV's that someone wanted to use psychokinesis on a random dream character. I rose my hand and tried it. It first did not work, however, when I tried again I could move a female dream character at will. I made her levitated and decided to turn her into a Pink teddy bear. I succeeded and gave the teddy bear to my wife. We saw the tracks and I though it was going to be an awesome view. I found some dream characters waiting in line for paying. My wife suggested we did the same, but I told her we were going to jump in without paying, it was a dream afterall. My wife was not convinced but followed me. I climbed some ladders and jumped on the train. An alarm started to sound and my wife worried more. I told her to just ignore the menace and it would vanish. The cops walked by us, but as we ignored them, they kept searching. The dream vanished and I woke up. I woke up and asked my wife if she recalled her dreams (she almost never does) She told me she could have dreamed with me and something about a train. I asked her if she had more dream memory recall, but she did not. Missed dream signs: - None. Spotted dream signs: - Working at a odd store.
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