After a busy month, I am finally back to working with lucid dreaming. I am now trying to get back in the habit of dream journalling. Marriage by Mail I am writing back and forth to a girl I knew in high school. Actually, when I was in high school she was in 4th grade. Nontheless, she is an adult now, and I ask her to marry me. This is odd, because I don't see this girl very often. We don't even write too often in this dream, and I haven't seen her in years. I get a letter from her family (it's almost like an arranged marriage) which has Japanese symbols all over it. The girl is Japanese, which is probably why. I get to thinking how I don't really want to get married. Still, it is kind of nice to think about planning the marriage, and I decide to play along for a while. But, I am going to tell them at some point that I won't go through with the marriage.
I had 2 dreams First dream I was at Adrian Jame's maternal grandparents' place "from the Finding a Producer" series of dreams and Adrian's grandpa ask him why I wear such long sleeves. Adrian explain what happened. I woke up before I was able to show the grandparents the marks from the chains and rope. second dream. I think this dream was because I was playing around with soundboards on Star Wars website yesterday. I dreamed I was fighting Darth Vader-except he wasn't really Darth Vader/Ankin Sykwalker-he was really the villain, Karen Raven, from my fantasy story called "Anne in Ellabur" with lightsabers.
I awake in a cemetery I've known all my life, there lies my cousins and closest friends. I run of joy to visit their graves, but then somehow the cemetery seems different each step I take. I pause, look around and ask myself "Is this the cemetery?", and then again it resembled. As I look at the ground and walk in search of cousins grave I say with joy " Primos! Primos!", meaning cousins in Spanish, the cemetery then changes again. At that point I was confused, and the strangest thing was that no one else was present, there's always someone else in my dreams. As I stood still my dream shifts scenario, now I'm in a school like environment. As I walk, I look around to find anyone I recognize to ask them "Where am I". But no one there out of I'd say 150 people was familiar. This was really strange for me because never in my lucid dreams has there not been someone I recognize. I then head to a group of people and one of them, a nerd looking kid, looks at me before I get there and I point to my wrist repeatedly. He didn't know at first what I was signaling, until I asked him and while still pointing " What time is it?", and he replied "3:27 p.m". I didn't reply anything and kept walking, he looked at me and then turned back with his group. Then I see another kid, alone, which i didn't recognize, and I asked him " Where am I", but he didn't reply but we both start walking together like if I was suppose to follow him. Then I began to tell him how I got there. I told him " I fell asleep and I woke up in a cemetery I thought I recognized, but then it started to switch around, and now I ended up here", then without saying a word he pointed to a well dressed man coming towards us. The man said "Come with me", and I followed him from behind for a few seconds, but then I paused and I told him " Wait! I know who you are", and he stopped and looked back at me. Then I said "Your from the government aren't you?", he gave me a brief smile and nodded yes. He kept walking and I followed, we got to some fences and there was a open gate, and he said " Go through". I walked out and I looked back into the school like place with all the people in there, I walked along the fence while the well dressed man followed from the other side of the fence. For some reason I sensed something was really wrong, so I used my techniques and I jumped over the fence and back into the school like place. The well dressed man said "No! Stop", and then I told him "watch this!" (I was trying to show him my ability to fly) and he said " no don't do it", like he knew what I was going to show him. I was about to jump and start flying but some kind of force hold me down. I was surprised because never has this happened, and then I froze and again asked myself "Where am I".
Fourth lucid: date- unknown, Clarity-Super detail, Awareness- 7/10 I'm being chased by someone. I don't know who, but I have something they want. I sense evil. The building I'm in is dimly lit. I start to question why I'm running. The shadows close in on me. To my left a flight of stairs beckons. Time skips. I'm on the roof-top, there's a wall with a giant hole in the middle. Through it you can see the expanse of the city beyond the horizon. I look down and feel peace,serenity and freedom. I want to fly. I'm lucid now, like an eagle I leap through the hole and head for the murky depths below. In flight I have complete control. I'm hurtling towards the ground at jaw breaking speed. I pull up and hang in the air. A breeze floats past me. Something tells me if I want sex, I should follow it. But I don't want sex, not today. I'm looking for someone. The city is completely silent, I can hear my heart-beat. I look below me, the city seems deserted now. Then I see someone walking on the street. I land behind him, and tap him on the shoulder. He looks me up and down, I do the same. He's wearing a blue shirt. " do you know where....my subconscious is?". I ask. there's a pause. "in there", he replies. I look to where he's pointing. Its a barber shop, with a window front. You can see into the whole shop from outside. There's 1- a Mexican/ Arabic looking guy sitting on a chair or throne, he looks 50-70 ish. 2- his wife sitting beside him, she's wearing a purple gown with flowery patterns, she too is 50-70 ish. 3- an extremely beautiful girl. If I were to guess I would say she was 18-22, she looks Latin, long dark hair, normal pink blouse and blue jeans. 4- A black guy, dressed in all black, he seems to be hovering. Don't recall he's features. 5- a boy of about 8, he's wearing a greenish blue jumper. I turn back to the guy on the street. " which one is my subconscious?". He stares at me blankly, " in there" he points again. I lose patience, I want to throw him across the city. But I relax, he could have said nothing. I walk towards the shop. Everything on the street disappears. All that's left is the barber shop. I open the door..... The parents are smiling,but not at me though. They don't seem to have recognized my presence. I look to where their heads are turned. The 8 year old boy is crying. Why?. The girl is he's sister, she's been told to wash the dishes at the sink. but he wont let her. He says he loves her, and he's willing do anything for her. Everyone is smiling at his innocence. Except me. I'm having a flashback, Me and the girl: kissing,driving a car, touring the city?. The guy in black hovers to my right ear, "your after the girl, aren't you?". "Yes" I reply. The dad notices me, I feel guilty. She has to leave with me....I lose lucidity but the dream continues. this is all I remember though. Summary: I don't know if its futile trying to talk to my subconscious, because how can I be concious of something that's below conciousness?. That being said however I think everything was symbolic and I have a faint idea what it means but.. I haven't got round to breaking it down.
I was at a cottage in the woods by a lake. It felt like somewhere in the North, perhaps BC. I was outside when a storm approached and it began to rain. I saw a bright light shining thru the trees. I walked towards it and saw that it was an extremely bright fire, like a magnesium fire. It was setting the woods on fire even though they were wet from the rain. I was amazed at the brightness of the source of the fire. (Not amazed enough to become lucid, however). I began scooping up wet dirt to throw on the fire but it wouldn't go out. I wasn't panicked or threatened by the fire, just curious at why it wouldn't go out.
fragment 0537: Prepare for sleep with games. Dreams get wiped. The Beach at Night Method WILD Lucidity D Vividness C Control C 0618: I visualize a sunny beach, but instead I find myself on a beach in the very dark of night. Nonetheless, there are many people around, laying as if to sunbathe. I am laying down as if sleeping. A girl walks up to me and greets me. She extends her hand to help me stand up. She has short black hair. I can barely make out her other features in the darkness. She leads me down the beach toward the water. We hop over a man laying on his back. We get near the water and I notice the water and sand. The sand isn't smooth. It's clumpy, like a stampede of horses just trampled through. The attention to detail improves my lucidity a bit. I turn to look at the girl and realize how pretty she is. I pull her in close and kiss her. Then I say confidently and excited: "Let's go in the water!" Now I lead her by the hand a few steps into the water. Then I say, "No wait, let's go ON the water!" I start running on the water's surface, pulling her along. She's a bit scared but also excited. I feel the wind on my face as we go faster and faster. I say "We can go anywhere we want. And we can go as fast as we want!" We are zooming along the water, parallel to the coastline. We are approaching a city in the distance. A collection of twinkling lights and buildings barely visible in the darkness. I jump off the water and soar into the city, landing on a street surrounded by tall buildings. I look around. The girl is gone. Whoops. End. fragment 0729: Person talking about dreams. In body. Other person gets trapped in dream. ... we are OK. Work and Games 0757: Menial tasks at work. Patching and doing regression tests. Playing the game. Zombies in a dark room. Playing another game. Humans sieging an elven city. They reach the queen's chamber and challenge her army to a final battle. Game with Trippy Time Method DILD (absurdity) 0815: Playing a FPS game with Hugh. He takes the lead and I follow. We are walking down a hilly city street. We reach an intersection and I look left. I see a bunch of enemies. We all turn to shoot. I only have a pistol. I fire fire shots at a guy at point blank range. But the world seems to freeze. Then it unfreezes and the five shots all go at once. Then suddenly I seem to be on an acid trip. I see swirling colors and symbols of drugs and poison. I notice this is all so strange and become lucid. Then immediately a false awakening. It's dark and I'm in my own room. I'm confused and disoriented. End. fragment One last dream in here but I didn't write down. It was long. Babysitting for some rich family. Then going to a bar near a beach. Tornado warning coming in from the water. Helicopters somehow fly over the tornado and weaken it. Order drinks at the bar. See the pretty young girl I was supposed to be babysitting. She's been following me.
Updated 12-29-2010 at 09:46 PM by 35793
This was quite an interesting experience. I remember waking up and having difficulty recalling what was I dreaming about. Though remember writing down one or two words. One of them had something to do with soldiers of warriors. Then I went to sleep for a little longer in hope to be able to get back to the dream and being able to remember more later. When I woke up, the page in my notebook was plain, with no words written. I must have been dreaming about it then. Strange.
★★★★☆ 12/29/10 The shop is open to the street, choked with dust kicked up by the people and horses bustling by on the busy dirt road. A woman with short, strawberry blonde hair arranges the merchandise at the front of the stall. Her movements are quick, angry, but she looks tired. The heat and the dust and the people and the fact that she's working for nothing for someone else are wearing at her patience and her sanity. I am that woman. A man walks by. I have time to register that he's tall and handsome, with longish dark brown hair, before he's brushing by me. He stops long enough to whisper, "I'm taking the harmonica back. Are you with me?" I've never met the man, but I'm nodding and setting things down, moving away into the street, my movements perfectly synchronized with his. The mark is looking at silverware two stalls down. I'm threading through the crowd as he shows off the silver harmonica. I'm tapping him on the shoulder, smiling as he turns around and we chat about the silverware on display. He's waving the harmonica over his shoulder, and the first man, the thief, snatches it from his hand. The mark turns to shout, and I'm brushing by, cutting the strings on his purse. We run. Through the countryside, on the uneven ground of the foothills. I thought we were safe, thought we'd outrun our pursuers hours ago, but arrows are raining down on us and the horses are hot on our heels. I'm hit. The arrow pierces through just below my ribcage, and I feel the blood soak through my shirt. I fall behind, am left stumbling through the brush. The dogs are quieter now, and I take refuge beneath the roots of a giant tree. At the bottom of the hollow are three doors, each small enough to crawl through. I pull out the small leather pouch I stole earlier and turn it over. A key falls into my hand. This key will open any lock in the dreamworld, a voice whispers in my mind. Smiling, calm, heedless of the wound on my side (suddenly much, much younger) I drop to the moss-covered ground and slide the key into the lock. Thievery. Scare Factor: 3. Isn't that the perfect amount of obvious symbolism for the guys in the Dream Interpretation forum?
Updated 01-17-2011 at 03:21 AM by 31096
Still not remembering dreaming, exactly. Thanks to the cold meds and fever, though, being awake is so surreal that I don't need to. When I do sleep, the closest I'm experiencing is delirious flashes of senses: tastes, sounds, smells, etc. before I fall asleep. Usually I wake up for one of them and have to try to get back to sleep. People spend beaucoup bucks for this kind of trip, and I'm getting it naturally. Woo hoo. I am dreaming, I know that. I just can't remember them other than the sense-disco. The other day, I was aware of lying on the sofa while I was also aware of sitting up reading a paper that turned to gelatin in my hands. Was this a dream? Or just a hallucination brought on by meds and fever? Screw this, back to bed.
Hello everyone! I am new to the forum and figured the best way to introduce myself would be to share one of my most favorite LD's. This one continued to blow my mind long after i woke up.. The (actual) Setting: I wake up from a very humorous dream that i just had to replay in my mind a couple of times. I then realize that the reason i woke up was either because the morning sun was blinding me, or because the couch i was sleeping on might as well have been made with bricks. Time to find a new place to sleep. I walk into my friends bedroom where two other friends of mine are sleeping on the bed. I find a suitable piece of floor and lay down. The Dream Not even a minute goes by before I hear some kind of Hawaiian music start to play. (I am dreaming now) I lift my head to find the source of the music. I find that it is coming from a small clock radio on top of a small dresser that is right in front of where I am sleeping. I hear my friend say something about turning it off and I begin to stand. Before I can get all the way up, the music abruptly stops playing. This confuses me, and I look over to my friend as if he could give me some sort of explanation. Instead, he is glaring at me and mumbles something inaudible. I ask if he would like me to leave the room and he offers no reply. I take that as a yes, and make my way into the living room. Hmmm.. something is different. There is a slight fog in the room and everything has a blue tint to it. Not even 5 minutes ago this room was too bright for me to even sleep in. What gives? Ohh... The familiar excitement of lucidity rushes through my body as I look around the room like a mad man. What to do? Endless possibility sitting right in front of me. I don't want to waste it by getting too excited and blasting through the roof just to fly around and get bored like the last five lucid dreams I had.. So I think about it for a moment, and wonder what would happen if I were to do the exact opposite. As soon as the idea crosses my mind, gravity takes hold and I fall right through the floor. This is where it gets weird. I fall for what felt like maybe 50ft, and then stop myself. I am now in an endless black void. Even though there is no point of reference, I have the feeling that this space has no limits. Awesome, i think to myself.. The lack of expectation has given me a complete lack of results. So much for that experiment. I stick around for a short while trying to keep my head clear, and I begin to notice a faint pattern around me. Tiny white dots, in a symmetrical grid-like pattern. They almost look like stars yet they are completely uniform, and of equal distance to each other. I take a look around and sure enough, they are in every direction I look. My eyesight wanders for a few seconds before I stop and focus on one star. I then notice that particular section of stars appears to be growing closer to me. And gaining velocity. Its as if I were remaining still, but these stars are crossing that infinite distance and flying directly towards me. I keep my gaze centered on the one star. I'm able to see it more clearly, and it is growing in size. It is now at an unthinkable speed, and not only has it reached me, but it has seemed to swallow me whole. The star has now filled my entire field of vision. In a flash my surroundings changed from black to the brightest white light. And just as fast as it came, it started to fade away. Disoriented, I take a look at my new surroundings. That same familiar blue tint.. Wait a minute, im standing in the exact same place in which I started out! Only this time it is different. The fog is gone, and the furniture is not the same. There used to be a pool table in the middle of the room, but now there is nothing but a single chair up against the corner of the wall i am facing. I realize there is someone sitting in the chair, and then notice it isn't human. This grey creature had a frail wrinkled body, and was hunched over. His Head was of an enormous oval shape, and towards the bottom he had two tiny, glowing white eyes. He was just staring at me. Sitting in an empty room and staring at me.. I start to run directly at this creepy looking alien creature, only to find that it is not an alien at all. Rather, It is a frightened looking father holding his son and daughter under each arm. Its important to note, that as I began to run towards this thing, I hear a woman's voice screaming "I KNOW WHEN YOU WEAR A F***ING MASK!" Although I did not pay any attention to the voice after I heard it. So here I am, standing in front of this poor family who I must have scared the living s*** out of. And I begin looking for something else to do. I look to my left and see a mirror hanging on the wall. Well I always thought this would be fun to do.. And I proceed to walk through the mirror. As I am about halfway through the mirror, I hear the woman's voice a second time, still screaming. "BECAUSE I HAD A SECOND DREAM" Now im interested. I wanted to hear what else she would say about dreaming, and i wanted to stay in the room. But i was already through the mirror and then the dream rapidly fades. I wake up. Summary Okay, there is a lot I would like to point out about this dream. Some of which I didn't notice until a week or two afterward. Some of my theories about OBE's and dream reality's may differ from yours.. but this is my take on what happened. The Void It still makes me laugh when I think about it. The reason I wanted to drop through the floor was because I had absolutely no expectations as to what I would find down there. Sure enough I ended up in the exact same place I started, only slightly different. I believe that if I were to focus in on any one of the adjacent stars, besides the one I chose, then I would have ended up in a similar variation of the same room. It seemed as if there were an unlimited number of stars I could have picked, and If parallel reality's do in fact exist then there must be an unlimited number of them as well.. Right? idk. The Creature I'm not sure whether I believe that some dream characters may actually be conscious beings or not. Of course many of them are simply projections of our own subconscious, but hear me out. After thinking over the dream a few times, i began to think about it from the creatures perspective. As if he were in a dream of his own, and the big scary human came out of nowhere and charged at him. He sure acted that way. It seemed that he may have used a kind of defense mechanism (shape shifting) to cause me to lose interest with him. Yet even though his appearance had changed, his emotion hadn't. The father and two children were really freaked out. Like trembling. Well it worked anyways. The Voice I heard that voice but I knew there was no one else in the room. So then It either must have come from the creature, or myself. It obviously wasn't him. I had a feeling that it was being directed at him. It couldn't have been myself.. could it? it would fit perfectly. As the creature changed shape, the voice said "I know when you wear a mask" .. Okay, so if I were to know that he had just changed form, that's probably what I would have said to him. The next thing the voice said, "Because I had a second dream" think about it. The only reason i became lucid in the first place was because I had a second dream after the first one, where I got up and changed rooms. The only possible explanation I can think of, for that voice to have emanated from myself, is that it was my subconscious, projecting the voice at the creature without me currently being aware. Although I didn't know what was going on at that time, but.. I do now. And If parallel reality's do exist. Then then I don't think time is really much of a boundary to my consciousness anyways. Another small thing I should note. I believe this was actually an astral projection, in that I stood up from where my physical body was still laying. Also, once I actually woke up from the dream and stood up, i looked at the dresser and saw there was an alarm clock that looked exactly the same as the one in the dream. only the real one was unplugged and had the chord wrapped around it. I had never seen the clock prior to that. So if that isn't a solid validation to AP then idk what is. anyways thanks for reading. Sorry for the length! Im looking forward to your replies, input, criticism whatever! and also looking forward to becoming a member of your board. -Joseph
I find myself back in highschool, though it is a highschool I do not recognize. I have only one course, Art, which is an elective, because I graduated with honors years ago but yet for some reason this class is manditory for me. Because the school is so big and space and time are limited the class runs for two hours every second day. I am much older than the other students they treat me with great rudeness and disrespect and often I have to clean up their messes after class it out. I cannot complain or cause any trouble in class because I will be automatically kicked out, so I have to take all the crap and be silent. The teacher of the course seems sympathetic to my situation but she is reluctant to step in and say anything. I assume it is because her job will be threatened if she does so. She looks like my former art therapist but has a different personality in the dream. The overseer of the school is a group of Christian priests and they are all mean and oppressive even though it is supposed to be a secular public high school. We are doing sculpture and have the choice of working with coloured modelling clay or real clay and porcelain. I choose porcelain and make many little animals like bears and turtles over many days but at the end of the week I am not allowed to fire them and am asked to destroy them instead. I unhappily agree and not only have to throw out the clay but have to yet again clean up the mess left behind by the other rude, inconsiderate students. I am growing tired of my treatment in the class because all I want to do is make art unhindered and unoppressed. For some reason, the next week I am allowed to bring my four cats to class and this seems to please the other students and they are a lot nicer to me. The cats roam freely around the room while we all work. The teacher brings up the fact that the art room is going to be renovated and all of the students are expected to put some time in painting the walls and cupboards. Of course I end up doing most of the work and spend many lunch hours and time after school to make up for the extra work. I cannot remember the reasons why now but I painted half of the room in a baby blue colour and the other half in a light violet colour, which I finished on the last day before the weekend. This angered the priests who run the school and they demanded that I say the weekend to "repaint the room with the appropriate colours" but left without saying what colours I should use. I was angry and went home without doing the work because I thought it was unfair. The next monday I went to school with my cats as usual and as we worked on new projects I noticed that everybody was very quiet. The class had not been repainted and a priest in a grey shmock was sitting in the class working on something, though I suspected he was there to keep an eye on either me or someone else. He left half way through the class. When class ended and I went to collect my cats I could only find three of them. I was in a panic and asked the rest of the students if they knew where my lost cat but no one knew anything. I asked the teacher but she avoided anwsering the question by trying to change the subject or by sitting at her desk with her head down doing needlework. Eventually I pestered her enough that she told me that the grey cloaked priest took my cat and sold her to someone. At first I thought he was just trying to help because he may have thought it was a stray, but the teacher tells me that it is punishment for not doing as the priests said and staying the weekend to repaint the room. She said I could speak with him the next class. The next class I try to track down the priest who sold my cat, so I can try to find out who he sold it to, but the priest had left the school and apparetnly wasn't ever coming back. I was angry and distraught and tired of all the bullpoop I had to put up in this school and I angrily raged at the teacher and class, as well as, some of the priests who came down to our room unexpectedly (I suppose to gloat over the selling of my cat because they all regarded me with smug smiles on their faces). I yelled and told them all off and stormed out of there filled with hate and frustration. Then I woke up.
Updated 12-29-2010 at 07:39 PM by 6048
Dream 1: I'm in my old 5th grade classroom. I look around and I'm amazed at how vivid this was. My class is doing a paper and I look at the heading that reads my name and teacher. What I thought was weird is that the teacher name is Mr.Gonos, who has been dead for three years now. I look up and he's talking to me. I don't remember what he's saying, but he looked like he was talking sarcastically, he was always pretty sarcastic anyway. I think to myself "Wait a minute, your dead, and I'm in your classroom, I must be dreaming!". I'm lucid at this point and I do a nose pinch reality check. I try to remain calm and close my eyes and just try to relax, but it feels like I sort of pass out and then I open my eyes and I see my substitute teacher for the year after Mr.Gonos died. Btw, she is smoking hot. I think I lost lucidity at this point because things were more normal and made more sense. Her sister who was a full time teacher at the school came in with a box of stuff. I don't remember what the two of them were saying but it sounded like they were arguing. Fragment: For what I vaguely remember is that I was in sandbar sort of area in the inter coastal. There were a few people from school in the water with me. We were running towards a anchored boat. I definitely remember that a kid from my school was laughing his ass off about something. Dream 3: I know I had other dreams but I forgot to record them earlier when I woke up so the memories of them are long gone... But anyway I remember somehow getting into this room that I'm 95% sure that it was some part of my school, even though it really isn't in waking life. So I'm sitting down on the floor with other kids that I regularly hang out with. The scene kid group walks in and the one kid that we used to hang out with hugs his scene/emo girlfriend and her and other scene kids walk to the far end of the room while he sits down near us. I say something like "What's this queer doing here" and he said some other stuff, I think he said something about my mom. I start bagging on his girlfriend and he's pissed now. He says something else about my mom and I think I was pissed off now. I go for a one-legged take down on him and he sprawls on me and I weave out using this technique I learned in my BJJ class. I look back at his face and he looks at me, except this time he isn't that fag kid, he is my friend who I'm cool with.
Well I had gone to bed around 11:30 and last night me and my 4 year old brother were sharing the bed. I don't know what time it was (maybe around 5 or 6) but he kept moving around, making noise and it was pissing me off because I couldn't sleep very well and I was waking up like every 5 minutes ( he would tickle my head, make sounds with his mouth or jump on the bed). I noticed at one point when my eyes were closed and my bro calmed down that I could see almost like a television with green writing approaching me. I realized that it must mean I'm close to a dream because I've seen this before. So I lied down, refocused my intent to realize I am dreaming. As the screen came closer to me I could no longer feel my body in bed. It must be noted that everything was pitch black except for the "screen" coming at me , which was green... After it passed by I realized that I was indeed in a dream. This is where things get foggy because I can't remember to well what happened.. I remember at one point I was standing by my bed looking at my hand doing an RC to really see if I was dreaming or not ( it was hard to tell and I almost doubted my self). I looked at my hands BUT I counted 10 fingers. I had to recount 3 times before realizing that the fingers are my hands were moving around ( i know it sounds weird). After that I went off and I remember stepping through some sort of gateway. I purposely forced myself to do it and when I started things turned to 3rd person but then later shifted to First Person. I later lost lucidity but continued dreaming. I remember being at Church or something and the bus came and my mom asked the driver to wait for me to come out of the church. I did come out and i wondered how come it did wait for me. Anyways at one point I came off to early at one stop and then re-entered. When I came back my mom was gone. I thought maybe she was on the bus behind us. As we drove, the bus fell off the bridge but no one was hurt. In fact I was freaking out and everyone on the bus was staring at me with blank faces, some gigling at me. All I remember was waking up sooner or later
[Fragment] I'm in a grocery store, sitting at a disused checkout stand. The store has recently been rearranged so that the checkout stands that are actually being used are on the opposite side of the building, but the old ones were left in place. I'm parking my Saturn [the car I had in Florida] in the parking lot of an Albertsons grocery store [none that I've ever been to in real life]. I notice that the temperature gauge on the car is maxed out [as it usually was in reality]. I think about how I have to make this car last all year because, in my situation, there's no other method of getting to work that will do. [In this dream,] I'm back in Florida for a second year. When I went back to bed after having taken some handwritten notes on the above dream, I noticed that my body already felt heavy. I decided to roll with it and try to WILD. I had attempted to do so a few days before during an afternoon nap, and had gotten as far as one of my arms starting to go numb before my mom interrupted me with a question. This time, I succeeded, and to my surprise, it wasn't nearly as scary as I had thought it would be. My hypnagogic hallucinations consisted of a buzzing sound in my head that seemed to go on for a few minutes. Then it stopped, and a few seconds later, I find myself lying in my bed, looking around at my current bedroom. I immediately recognize the false awakening for what it is, since I had been expecting to be dreaming. I did it! I think excitedly. None of the lights appear to be on, and yet I can see everything clearly. In other words, the room looks very much the way it does when early-morning sunlight is coming in through the window, and yet I'm aware that it's nighttime. I get out of bed and start walking out of the room. Just before I walk out the door, I do the nose-pinch RC just to verify what I already know, and for the cool experience. I can still breathe, which I still think is the neatest sensation. I go out the door and walk down the hallway. This looks exactly like my real house. There's no one else around. As I pass by the door to P.'s room, I notice light coming from underneath it, but this is normal in our house, so I don't investigate. I go to the front door and open it. It's exactly like the real one, too; I even have to unlock the deadbolt on the screen door before I can open it and go outside. I walk along the front walk. I notice that I'm wearing one of my summer nightshirts, the one with the teacups printed on it and the pocket in the front. It occurs to me that I could have stopped and gotten dressed if I had thought of it, but I didn't, and it doesn't matter anyway because this is a dream, so it's only natural for me to be wearing sleepwear. I'm not cold at all, though. [The strange part, which, of course, I didn't realize was strange until I'd woken up, was that I wasn't wearing that nightshirt in reality; I was wearing my new purple pajamas. It does get cold at night in the winter here, so I always wear pajamas in winter.] The scenery outside my house looks just like reality, too. When I get to the driveway, I take off and fly in the way that I've learned to do it, by pushing gently off the ground with my legs and feet while thinking about initiating the act of flying. [The mental process involved is very similar to the mental process involved in starting my bicycle moving with that first push on the pedals, now that I think of it.] It works, but once again, once I get airborne, I immediately start getting pulled backward. I try to relax and let myself be pulled along, as before, but it seems I'm not being taken anywhere in particular. Then I hear a male voice that seems to come from the air around me, and yet sounds like it's coming through a radio speaker. It says something along the lines of, “If you always expect life to go the way you want it to go...” but doesn't finish the thought. I finish the thought with, “...you won't be able to control it?” [Hmm. Very interesting.] [Because, once again, I've forgotten to concentrate and pay attention to the scenery,] the dream fades and I wake up. [This next dream is from my next sleep cycle on this same night. I'm adding this section on 1/15/11. I didn't have time to write all this out on the day I had the dream, but I did today.] I'm watching a series of commercials and reading some poster-sized ads for kids' day camp programs at a chain of big, fancy hotels. There are two such programs: one is called “adventure camp” and features soccer, while the other is called “non-adventure camp” and features poetry and other non-athletic, creative activities. Then, I'm at one of the big, fancy hotels, sitting on the floor in the lobby, leaning up against a wall. I use my laptop to log in to a game website, not Neopets but similar to it, that I've been to before. I wonder, Do I remember my password for this site? The login screen plays music. A lady comes by and asks me to go outside, where the music won't disrupt the quiet of the lobby, so I do. I go out to a wooden patio with several metal table-and-chair sets on it. There are people sitting at the tables and studying, though, so I press the Mute button on my laptop. I ask one of the girls on the patio if the chairs at her table are taken. She offers me a seat, and I take it. Another girl sees my laptop screen, and we have the following conversation: Girl: Is yours a dragon? Me: (after figuring out that she's talking about my pet on the site I'm logging on to) Yes, it's a silver dragon. Girl: They know about it. Me: Who? Girl: Your 'rents. I haven't told my parents about this site. They know about my Neopets account, but not my account on this site. I wonder about the girl, Are you my dream guide? but don't ask her. [Yes, I managed to think that without realizing that I was dreaming. I don't even know.] Me: We don't get along very well right now. This is part of the reason. I log in to my account anyway. The screen shows animation of the digital creatures on the site fighting each other by shooting beams of various things out of their mouths, like some Pokémon and Digimon do.
Updated 01-16-2011 at 07:12 AM by 37356 (adding non-lucid from this same night)
This is sad. This is the first entry I have ever had for this new blog system, and the first post in a DJ for months. BUT, I have an LD after... *counts* 6 freaking months. It's not a long one, but I finally have something to work off of. Type: WBTB, DILD. Length: too short. Quality: excellent. I started off in my room, in broad daylight. Nothing out of the ordinary considering winter break. I 'woke' to find everything basically where it is IRL. At the corner of my bed was my little sister, wandering in. In reality, she is 13. I was seeing a 3 year old. I tried the 'plug your nose' RC to find this as a dream. I tried it again after standing up to make sure, with the same result. I glanced at a digital clock to find the numbers all wrong and distorted. Already, (unfortunately) the dream was breaking down. Everything started to darken and get a black static effect. I tried to stabilize the dream, but to little success. I cleared the static, but only for a moment. Then, it took over my field of vision and I woke up. Stupidly, I recorded the event in a notebook, and because of it, failed a DEILD. But at least this is something to work off of later. I haven't had such a chance in a long time. And with the record standing at 5 LDs in more than a year, I kinda suck at this. Only time will tell.
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