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This dream I had last night was really convincing. It was Christmas in the dream and everyone in my family was there, (well by that I mean my mom, dad, sister, and brothers...) and the only thing that seemed weird was that my older brother had long hair and he didn't seem to care at all that it was Christmas. That should have made my do a RC but again, I didn't. Ugh. Then I opened a present and inside was a distorted guitar stand that was just...horrid looking. It was twisted and just, yuck. That should have set me off too. But it didn't!! Well, that's all I remember at the moment...so, bye.

Ugh, it's hard to do Lucid Dreams. Especially WILD. -_-

12.12.2010

This Couldn't Be a Dream (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had lived out a whole day chronologically. Been to the shops to get food, met my friends for a beer in the student's union building and gone shopping for clothes. Being in a dream was pretty far from my thoughts.

It was in the clothes shop in the evening that I began to get frustrated with the inconsistencies I was encountering. I was walking around shelves with my brother Michael. He was playing a game on his phone and not really paying attention to any of the clothes. I spotted a t-shirt I liked the look of on one of the higher shelves. It was a bit out of reach, so I went to look for something to stand on, or a shop assistant who could help. It was getting a bit dark outside, and nobody had switched on the lights in the shop, so I took it upon myself and flicked a switch beside the door. The lights flickered on. With no shop assistants in sight, I went back to the t-shirt. The shelf it was on had become a magazine rack. I screwed up my face into a "WTF" expression and turned around to find Michael where I had left him.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Wha? I dunno," he replied without looking up. I shook my head and tried to find FHM among the magazines. I thought I caught a glimpse of it, but when I did a double-take it was gone. Suddenly I wasn't sure whether I was indoors or outoors. The light had diminished, and there seemed to be woodland at the opposite end of the shop. It was getting a bit too weird. I said to my brother,
"This is exactly the sort of situation I would suspect is a dream, what the hell's going on?" After looking around a bit more I thought it couldn't hurt to reality-check. Six fingers. "Nooo way," I thought. I couldn't believe I'd been wandering around all day, going about my business and getting things done- and none of it was real. I double checked. There were now an indeterminate number of fingers on my hand.

I asked Michael how many fingers he saw on my hand, but he refused to give a decent answer. We exited the shop through the automatic door at the front, and found ourselves in an underground tube station. There was a train on the platform, which I jumped and glided over to the far side. I paused then, to try and remember some of the tasks of the year. The only one I could recall at the time was the end of the world- which I'd already done. I'm not sure what happened next, I may have woken up.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had the intentions of getting lucid last night, but it only resulted in me talking about lucid dreaming with another DV member. I did have a cool nightmare about the end of the world. Other than that, I didn't dream much...

12.00: Bedtime

09.00: DV member at a party
I'm in a car, driving through a very nice looking neighbourhood. The lawns are green, trimmed and everything looks new. I spot a barbeque with alot of people at one house. Alot of cars are parked at the sidewalk. We go for a minute or so more, and arrive at a house. Inside there's some kind of neighbour gathering of some kind. Two guys are making a welcome drink in a large bowl. One of them is my uncle. "We do it like this, 60/60. It's going to be perfect!" he tells the other guy while pouring in a whole bottle of whiskey.

I'm in the kitchen, holding a drink myself. A guy in his mid 20's is talking to a woman about lucid dreaming. "My grandma was one of the first who registered, she's 70 years old" he says. The woman doesn't seem to care. "I have been a member for 7 years now" She walks away and I realise that the guy is actually Robot_Butler "Hey, I recognise you" I say and we start talking about lucid dreaming. He tells me about a thread he's made, and I know exactly what he's talking about. "Yeah I read that just the other day" I say.

09.00: End of the world


A massive nuclear blast appears on the horizon. I'm with Monica and two other people in the middle of the desert. "You're never going to make it" one of them says. "Goodbye" I tell them and jump up on my motorcycle. Monica gets on and we take off. I accidentaly do a wheelie but I quickly regain control. Going as fast as I can, I can hear the rumble of the explosion behind us, and I know the heatwave of it will strike within seconds. I spot a rocky area up ahead and I know it will give us cover from the intense heat. We make it in time, going down a small hollow behind some rocks just as the heatwave hits. I know that's not all, there's a shockwave coming next.

Leaving the bike, we run along the rocky area. The ground starts to vibrate, and soon it's trembling. "Do you know why it's doing that?" I ask Monica. "No..." "Well, it's because one layer of ground pushes on the next, which pushes on the next and so on" I say as we start to climb a small hill of rocks next to a white seven stories building. The ground is shaking violently now and we jump down from the hill into a courtyard. There are a few buildings just like the white one around us. "We should be safe here" I say and the shockwave hits us. The ground behaves just like water would when a wave goes through it. I ride the wave. "Wohoo".

The buildings all around us starts exploding, and glass shatters everywhere. When everything clears up, I can see that none of the houses has fallen. A large hole where the entrance should be, no windows left and most of them are crooked. We walk along the road away from the buildings. We're soon walking through a dark forest. Monica stops infront of a large pine tree with a rope ladder coming down from it. We climb up the tree, and I get this panicky feeling of being last in a dark room. Something's definitely going to grab my foot any second.

Once up, everything's very dark. We're once again back in our little tree house, trying to survive in this world filled with zombies. The tree house is a small rectangular room, only 4 x 2 meters, with a small room to the right for sleeping. A table is right infront of me with all kinds of junk on it, and there's a kitchen counter behind that. I bumb into something and Monica makes a shush. We stand completely still, listening for any sound below. She hands me a pair of black large silverware. I put them away and grab my shovel instead. It's very light.

"Get away from the hatch, if they come up, they'll see you" Monica tells me. I slowly back away, keeping my eyes on the hatch. After half a minute or so, we relax once again. I wish I was back at the house we were in before, where you could sleep without feeling anxious or afraid. I know those times are over. I hate this fucking tree house. "Hand me the gun" I tell Monica. She opens a drawer, pulling out an old revolver and carefully hands it to me. "Be careful! It's loaded" she tells me. I open it up, and is relieved to see all six bullets are still there. I am careful not to let it go off.

I realise we have to get more weapons. Only six bullets and a shovel isn't going to get us anywhere. I look out the small window. The forest isn't very thick, and ends at a lake just fifty meters away. I can see two red houses by the shore. There's a town over the water, next to a harbor. I remember there being a mall there, with glass windows. A plan quickly comes in mind. I would drive by and break a window by shooting at it. Monica would sneak in while I would honk and attract all the undead. Monica asks me if she could open a can of Sprite. "Yeah go ahead" I say. She carefully opens it with a low hiss. "Does this taste old?" she asks me. I taste it. "No it doesn't"

11.00: Fragment
*A zebra lies down at a tree, and starts giving birth. I can see a huge pink thing come out from behind. It's covered in crushed up tomatoes.

Amount of sleep: 10½ hours

Supplements before bed: 2 x Omega-3

That's it! Very cool and scary dream. Had trouble falling back asleep after that one, and the last dream I had was so weird I couldn't even recall it. Well well.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

For starters, it should be noted that my mother and I have a very complicated relationship. She was rather abusive, though rarely physically. Out of the six daughters, two have cut off contact with her to protect their children. Three have become just like her. I maintained contact because I'm the last one to want to speak to our father, who Mom tries very hard to turn all of us against. They're still married, but she treats him like she used to treat us. It's a mess.

As part of this relationship, Mom pressured me to get into another abusive relationship when I turned of "marriageable age." She wanted a good, Christian son-in-law that would keep me "accountable" to God. That lasted 3 years, without marriage, before he decided that I was too masculine. I was two months from my marriage to my current husband before Mom took Fiance 1 out of the family album. This is all necessary to understand my dreams, I promise.

I used to lucid all the time, even managing an OBE a few times. I don't lucid as much anymore, and hardly ever OBE. Annoyingly, both Mom and F1 show up in my dreams far too often. When F1 used to appear, I'd wake up and my husband would be bruised and scratched from my thinking he was F1 and trying to fight him off. After a couple of years, this stopped happening, and eventually he stopped appearing. Unfortunately, last summer he contacted me again wanting to get back together. He's married, and knows that I'm married too, but... yeah... He started reappearing after that, about once a month.

Mom used to show up once or twice a month, always turning the dream into an emotional nightmare. No fear, really, just lots of pain to wake up with. Often, the dreams include a big blowout that I've been expecting for years, the one where she finally disowns me for good. Or she does something new and I start screaming all of the things I've wanted to scream for years but couldn't.

This Thanksgiving, she insisted for months beforehand that we had to come spend it with them. My husband couldn't miss his family's dinner and I didn't want to, so we spent one night. This was the first time I'd been under their roof overnight in 5 years. She was alright while Dad and Hubby were nearby, but as soon as they were gone she turned sadistic. Things so small that I couldn't really complain without looking like the bad guy, but calculated to hurt.

Since then, every dream has been entirely centered around her. I can't lucid, I can't have any dream other than dealing with her. It's been a horrible drain. I haven't been functioning awake like I used to, and at the end of the college semester that's not good. The campus shrinks are no help, the last time I went to one they decided that I was suicidal. I'm the last to know everything, aren't I?

Anyway, to the dreams. There were 2 sleeps today. The first one was the usual nocturnal, with the addition of someone who used to be in my dreams all the time but not in the last year or so, and is slowly returning: my husband! Yay!

We were all graduated, and had just moved back to Southern IL, where Hubby's family is. It's only a few miles from where I grew up, though the parents moved away long ago. We were living in a trailer in the middle of nowhere, felt about halfway between Benton and Thompsonville (Oh, Deja vu. I've dreamed about typing this before, I think... that happens often...). We had a pet duck and a monkey, for some reason. The monkey liked to play in the forests around us, and I had wild berry bushes nearby to munch from. My grandfather was alive (died over 10 years ago), and helping us get settled. We had just unpacked, and were getting everything arranged. There was something about driving on the gravel road to get there, it's very vivid... I remember, we were sad about something happening to someone close to us.

No, Granddad wasn't there, but my father-in-law was and was called Granddad, but we didn't have children yet. We were coming home in his old pickup (how I know it was him), with the news that Hubby and I were going to be taking care of a baby only a month or two old. Her parents were close to us, but something had happened and we were fostering her until they could take care of her again. In retrospect, I do note the absence of two if our RL friends who we have planned to live with after graduation and who may or may not be a couple. It may have been their baby? That would explain the "Granddad" thing, the male friend is practically another son of his.

When we get there, I have a handful of (very red, and sweet) berries and let my father-in-law taste some with me before going inside to prep an impromptu nursery. I find my mother there, she came down to help, and she begins trying to convince me to send the baby away: "You should hold her for a while before you decide. (WTF does that mean???)" "Are you really willing to donate what this baby will need?" "What baby could possibly be happy with you?" etcetera.

I try to ignore her as best I can, then leave the nursery to find myself in the house I grew up in, right outside my bedroom door. I wander over to the sofa, and see an empty binder. I don't know the binder IRL, but I know it as a makeshift photo album that used to be my school binder. Finally, staring at the binder, I tell her "I will be SO glad when you move out, you are so f***ed up!" This is the last thing I remember before waking up.

My husband works graves, so we rarely get to share the bed. After a few hours, I took a couple of Benadryls to sedate me and went back to bed. I had just watched Inception, and found this site, and wanted to see if I could lucid. Benadryl has a hallucinatory effect on me, but I don't want sleeping pills in the house. I'm depressive, and it just doesn't seem safe, you know? Silly me, should have used mugwort.

I remember my older sister, Mary (One of the Mom clones), living with her boyfriend Tom. I was with Mom, Dad, and my little sister, Shawna (Another clone, but much more sympathetic) visiting her. They lived to the north of my hometown, a couple of hours away. I think Salem, but it was a ritzy subdivision in the woods. She can't afford that IRL. I think the car we were driving was the green Taurus station wagon, which we got rid of in... '99? But I was an adult in this dream, married though Hubby was elsewhere at the time. I think he was back south with his family.

We stopped at a gas station I've seen many, many times in my dreams since I was young, a mini-truck stop. I don't know it IRL, but now it was in Mount Vernon and we'd stopped there many times over the years. Now I know where in my dream geography it is. We stopped to eat, a greasy spoon diner, where Mom made all sorts of jabs at me that I don't remember while Dad stared at his food and Shawna tried to ease the snarks by laughing back at Mom.

I left the table, seeing a newspaper headline that Mary had bitten Tom and the police were looking for her. I bring the paper to the table, saying that it must have happened after we left (though how the paper was printed that fast is kind of screwy), and I see Mom holding up a half-empty foot-tall salt shaker shaped like a juice bottle. She yells "Your salt intake is high! You're pregnant aren't you?" She's ecstatic, but making fun of it in front of the whole diner. I finally snap, and start telling her off that my cycle ended a week ago (not irl, of course), I hadn't had sex since then, and if I WERE pregnant it would be none of her business and she wouldn't be involved in any way. There's more yelling, and I wake up.

So, I joined this forum so I could get some feedback on a very unusual dream. I often dream lucidly and on some occasions (when I do dream lucidly) I begin to act out violent things I would never do. I try to force myself intimately on any woman I see. They do not try to fight me off or object in anyway, however their bodys become stiff and unresponsive and it becomes difficult. As I am trying to force myself on them I realize I have no penis so I cant really engage in forced intercourse. But in any case I usually continue even though I cannot manage to dream up a penis for myself. In these dreams I do want to act violently but I realize I am dreaming and not really hurting anyone.
In my waking life I am a very outgoing agreeable and often passive lesbian. I do not fight or maliciously try and hurt people and I have never sexually assaulted another living thing though I have been myself( before I'd ever had the dreams). My guilt has always kept me from making harmfull and careless disissions, and when I was young these dreams made me feel horrible. But I have come appreciate them and accept that I have them. I guess I would like to hear what others think of this since I will never tell my friends.

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

[Another really long entry, but it's a really good one this time. Sorry for taking up so much page space again.]

I'm on the playground of my elementary school. It's dusk, and there are lots and lots of kids and teenagers on the playground, some playing games, others just milling around. I see one group of kids playing something that they call tackle football; it involves one person on the team holding a bowl of green beans and others holding and occasionally eating spoonfuls of the green beans, while the entire team moves around the field. Curious about the game they're playing, I approach the group.

“Are those green beans?” I ask.

“Yes,” someone in the group says.

The group spreads out a little, and I see that two of the people in it are P. and Thomas[, who first appeared in my dream dated December 7]. The instant I see him, I know for sure that I'm dreaming. “Thomas?” I say, looking at him. He acknowledges me. I'm pleasantly surprised to see him again, and amazed at how completely real all the people around me look. Throughout the rest of this dream, I make a special effort to pay attention to the environment around me, including paying attention to the physical sensations of touching things whenever I can. I'm aware that if I don't, they'll stop existing and fade away.

I start wandering through the playground, heading back toward the school buildings. P. and Thomas are following me. It's now fully dark, but the playground is still crowded. I end up on the sidewalk of the street that runs along the south side of the school and passes the kindergarten before the dreamscape shifts on me.

I don't notice the shift itself, but I find myself walking through the streets of a charming, slightly old-fashioned downtown with square, orderly blocks. There's no one else around. I stop and turn around, attempting to summon P. and/or Thomas by expecting them to be there. It doesn't work; I'm all alone. I shrug and continue exploring. As I had in the previous scene, I continue to notice and marvel at how vivid, detailed, and realistic the environment around me is. Everything looks and feels exactly like reality, yet I know perfectly well that I'm dreaming. I can even feel the asphalt and pavement under my feet. [It didn't occur to me until I had woken up and was lying there, recalling my dream, that I must have looked pretty funny wandering around in public places with no shoes on. ] I remember one of my lucid goals and attempt to walk through a wall into one of the shops. I try it twice, but it doesn't work either time; I'm not surprised at all to discover that the wall is just as solid and “real” as everything else in this dream world. As I continue walking, I think, Wow, this dream is really stable and seems to be going on for a long time. What should I do here? Oh, yeah – the Task of the Month is to hit a DC with a snowball. I'll have to go find a snowball. But there is no snow in this setting, and the weather is clear and bright.

I pass a small shop front on a street corner, with a red brick facade and a walk-up window where you can buy things. I recognize the woman inside as Lisa D., a real-life friend. I stop and talk to her. I say, “Lisa, do you happen to know where I might find a snowball?” She invites me to come into the shop through the door on the side. I stand just outside the door. [I don't know why; recall is a little vague here.] The small shop is actually a short truck, which is backed up to the brick facade with the window in it with its back cargo door open, forming the interior space. Lisa starts up the truck and starts driving it away from the facade and along the street. I walk quickly along with it for a little way, holding on to the frame of the open, narrow door on the side and keeping pace with it. Then I step up into the truck through the doorway and ride in it. I say aloud, “I could float along with the truck, but when the truck is moving, why make the effort?” I vaguely remember another person being in the doorway with me, but if so, I don't know who it was.

I ride inside the truck as it drives up into the mountains. While sitting in the truck, I hold onto the handle of a plastic bucket, feeling the sensation to ensure the dream remains stable. The truck takes me to a town on a mountaintop. I'm on or near a different, fenced-in school playground [I think; again, my recall isn't very good here.] I can see buildings on the tops of nearby hills, and I think I catch a glimpse of a patch of snow on a distant hilltop, but I'm not sure.

[I think] The scene shifts again, and I'm walking around on the campus of a community college. [Day residue; I walked back and forth across my real community college campus several times yesterday.] There's no one else around. This community college campus has slightly more traditional-looking architecture than my real one does, has a different layout, and there are more plants around and they're more mature, making the campus greener than my real one. This is a pretty campus, I think. I'm still admiring how vivid and "real" my surroundings are as I explore them, and I'm still looking for snow, but not finding any.

[Dreamskip? Another scene shift? I'm not sure, but the next thing I remember is that] I'm walking through the interior of a large, recreational building. I'm in a spacious, high-ceilinged indoor space with two swimming pools in it, a large, deep one and a smaller, shallower one, at right angles to each other. There are people in this room, many of them kids, walking around, swimming, and getting into and out of the pools. In one corner of the room is the entrance to a child-care room, which is full of brightly pastel-colored play equipment with little kids playing on it. It's separated from the room with the pools by glass walls. One of the glass walls has sticky gel letters on the inside of it, so that they look backward from outside the room. I can still read them backward, though. When I first look at them, I read them as “Children Sno” and think, Yay, snow! Then I approach the room for a closer look and realize that I've misread them; they say “Children Glo.” I leave the room, walking on the path between the narrow end of the larger pool and the longer side of the smaller pool. As I walk, I complain aloud: “There's no snow here! I mean, I know I've lived in Southern California all my life, but come on! Can't I have some imagination?” [I was complaining about the fact that, even though I wanted to complete the Task of the Month, my mind wasn't creating any snow in my dream world. The explanation I came up with for this observation was that I've never spent a winter in an area where it snows, so my mind can't re-create snow very easily, because I've only experienced it in real life a couple of times, so I don't know what it's like very well.]

Outside the recreational building, there's a courtyard or patio where a large group of people are having a celebration or reception. I walk among them without speaking to anyone. No one takes any notice of me. There are folding tables with paper tablecloths and lots of food set out on them, including oatmeal cookies. [I wish I'd thought to try one! This was the first time I've had the chance to try dream food while lucid, and I missed it! Dang!] Still in search of a snowball to throw, I decide to try summoning one by reaching under a small table of food next to a wall, without looking, and expecting a snowball to be there. It doesn't work. When I look, the only thing under the table is a small, open-topped cardboard box with some kind of party supplies in it, like paper napkins. [I note that in my attempts to summon people or things in this dream, I did not have the same quiet assurance and confidence that it would work as I had at those times in the past when I successfully summoned an object. I wasn't truly focusing on it or believing in it this time, which, I think, is why it didn't work.]

I get up from looking under the table and look around at the people celebrating. I sense that the dream is about to end. I close my eyes, hoping to use that method of teleporting to get to another environment. I just end up looking at the inside of my real eyelids.

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Side notes:

This dream came at the end of a very bad, emotionally draining day and a late night. I was too tired to really try to induce a lucid dream. All I did was get up for a minute or two and go back to bed right before I had this dream, do a minimal amount of affirmations (maybe one or two), and wear my cardboard-square wristband on the inside of my right wrist, which I hadn't worn at all in a while. It may have been one of these things that caused such a long, vivid lucid dream, or maybe it was just the fact that I'd had a bad day and wanted to escape from it all (even though I consciously told myself before bed that that was stupid). I sure did feel a lot happier and better after waking up from my dream, though.

After waking up, I realized two things about this dream:
A) Expecting to be able to summon a snowball was stupid because, unlike the seed pod that I successfully summoned before (see entry dated October 26, 2010), a snowball doesn't naturally exist as a discrete object. You have to make a snowball yourself.
B) I was surrounded by DCs several times. I could have talked to my subconscious and asked for the answers to the questions from my exam that I missed because I had studied those subjects months ago, forgotten about them, and failed to review before the exam. (I'm not saying for sure that it would have worked, but it would have been fun to try. I'm curious to know if it can work.) I actually thought about doing that before I went to bed, but I didn't even think of it while I was dreaming. The only thing it occurred to me to do was to hit a DC with a snowball. Silly me! I will have to add “ask a DC about stuff I should know, but have forgotten” to my list of goals.

One final note: Wow. I now have a recurring, original, named dream character who is neither a pre-existing fictional character nor anyone I know in real life, and seeing him made me go lucid because I remembered meeting him in a previous dream, and here he was again, so I had to be dreaming. That's pretty neat. I can't say for sure that that officially makes him my dream guide, though, at least not just yet. It didn't occur to me to ask him if he was one. If I see him again, I'll try to remember to do that.

11.12.2010

I turn into a... Old School video game? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Hi readers!!!

It has been a while I did not post dreams. I had an average of 1-2 recalls per single day and its on my paper journal, but I have been super busy and I did not have the time to write them all. On these last ten days, I had around 24 dreams recalled and 6 of them, were lucid. Nothing awesome. My lucids were short because, as most of you know, I am using all my lucids to either completed the Task of the Month (usually on the first lucid after I see the tasks) and then, to Astral Project.

Here goes one dream from last night. I will try again to upload daily my dreams.

I was in a fancy school with a female dream character. I have been in this schoool before, or that is what I thought on the dream. I knew I was not rich enough to enter the school. There was some people making sure only white collar people. I was worried they they would spot me or something. When I approached the entrance, I tried to walk at a slow pace without looking at the guards. There was a very loud alarm making a lot of noise as well as a red light. There was some confusion so I could enter.

I knew I had several points or tokens from the previous time I was there. I had 1,000,000 of something. I was able to pay it to a Genie who would make me live a new life. This school had several different rooms. I was looking for the Genie room. I saw a lady and I asked her. There was still confusion and people running around.

This lady had no idea. She was on the laundry room. There was a washing machine that was about 20 feet tall. Each piece of clothes was about 10 feet. There was a guy inside the washing machine (the door was open)

I left this room and found a beautiful garden. I sat on the glass next to the female DC I was with.
I realized how beautiful she was. I kissed her and we had sex.

I remembered I was searching for the Genie. I entered a small room. All the walls were like made out of iron. There was a guy with a huge gun that threw electric beams. He chased me, however, I found this Genie room. I asked the Genie to give me a new life. I started to float in the middle of the room. The guy shoot at me but he could not harm me.

The dream switched to third person. I saw like a very old school main screen of a old Donkey Kong game. I think I was Donkey Kong. Mario (from modern games) had to collect old school pixelated mini Marios. I could hear the voices from Sponge Bob and Patrick shouting, "Basement!" I suddenly saw Patrick jumping and rolling on the screen, also collecting these marios and destroying barrels. After he collected all the Marios, he jumped on a surf board and drowned Donkey Kong.

Missed Dream Signs:
- I was going back to school.
- The huge washing machine.
- The Genie.
- The weird videogame

SPACE!!!!
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I'm floating in space, making repairs on a shuttle. My cat, who apparently can breathe just fine, is floating in space next to me. My dad, who is another astronaut, but from another mission (I get the impression he's Russian) floats over to me just as I finish my task. We start to wonder how long we can last up here before we have to go back down to earth. We decide we've got a year's worth of food, and could stay that long. I then wonder if the sun's heat and space's cold would cause stress fractures to develop due to rapid expansion and contraction of the materials.

Dream shifts

I'm viewing a board room, not sure if I'm actually there though. Scientists are discussing the mission, and problems related to it. There is a ton of tension in the room. There is an enormously fat woman who stands up and addresses the conference. She is very douchey and doesn't seem to care about our lives. My cat is there now, and he keeps meowing. The woman is annoyed and puts him in a dishwasher, but doesn't seal it up all the way. I can hear him continue to meow though now it's muffled. She says 'They aren't cats that we can do whatever we want with their lives.'

Catching up on some missed DJ entries

Camp
Non-lucid

NonDream Non-lucid Lucid

I remember being in some kind of camp, somewhat like a summer camp type thing. There are several small cabins with large bay windows, and all the comforts inside (large TVs, Refridgerators, munchies, etc). Two of my close friends are there, G and P, as well as my girlfriend, S, I'll call them for the purposes of anonymity. We decide we're going to go hiking, though for some reason I get the impression that we're doing it against the rules. After quite a while of hiking, G starts suggesting that we head back rather than get in trouble when they realize we're gone. We ignore him for the most part, and continue hiking

After a while, we come across some kind of racetrack. I can't remember for the life of me what races on the track, but I believe it's a kind of animal, or maybe robots. There is a lead car which is a medium sized remote control car with big, grippy, offroad tires for driving in the mud. It's supposed to run around the track, making the racers chase it. Like the rabbit at greyhound tracks The car veers off of the track when we get close, and drives off into the woods. There are semi well traveled paths throughout the woods, and we stick to those throughout our adventure. We continue to follow the car for quite some time, and it eventually emerges from the woods on the outskirts of the park/property. We realize that we are way far from where we are supposed to be, so we pick up the car and head back towards camp.

We approach the camp on a ridge overlooking the entire site. Everyone has chosen their cabins and campsites already, and we are disappointed and annoyed that we are stuck with whatever is leftover. The car is gone now for some reason There are miniature 'stargates' at each campsite and cabin, and we've got a 4' 'stargate' with us now. To get down to the campsite from where we are, we must get down a 2 level cliff type thing. There is the level we are on, then about a 6 foot drop, sloped slightly, then a ledge of about 4 feet wide, then another 10 foot drop after that. I suggest that we use our small 'stargate' as a sled and slide down the hill. G points out the huge "Keep Off" sign on the top of the hill, directly blocking where we would need to slide down. I try to convince him that it is a dream, and it doesn't matter. Major missed dreamsign lol I point out the stargates around the camp and ask him if that makes any sense. He replies 'no' but he still doesn't want to risk it. I say whatever, and slide down the the first part on my butt, using the sign to propel me faster like on a slide at a playground. I land with a hard thump. The mud is harder than it looks. It hurt my butt, but I told everyone that I was okay, and to come on down. Then, not looking forward to the higher fall, I slid down that as well. I landed on my feet this time, looked back, and we were all at the bottom.

We started looking around the camp, presumably trying to find an empty campsite or cabin. P is hanging with some friends of his in a cabin with humongous bay windows, we can see they're having a good time and don't want to interrupt. Unable to find anything, we head back to the visitors center, and crash on the couch in the lobby. All three of us laying on the couch together. Not fun. An old friend of mine's mom came in and offered us blankets, we told her no thanks, and she left. It WAS really hot and humid. I start playing around with my gf, S, and I roll back and forth, annoying G. I end up falling off the couch, and we all had a good laugh about it.

Not a particularly exciting dream, but it was pretty long, detailed, and with all the fragments I've been having lately, it's nice to have a bit of a plot.

Psych ward

Dreamed I was getting picked up from a psych ward by my friend Jared and his girlfriend sarah. Apparently I wasn't taken well care of in the ward... what I was wearing was soiled and I stunk. Sarah kept bitching about my smell and was making rude jokes about it. In the dream I remembered this being my second time to this psych ward...

Training

Remember being in a hogwarts class where I was kung fu training. I was paired with a woman, I remember doing lots of blocks and stuff. This woman lured me into a backwards trip kick. and when I was on the ground I had a vague memory of choking a woman in my inner world... disturbing.

Picked on

I was walking around hogwarts and people were yelling at me and calling me a woman beater. One of the weasly twins dumped some crap on me and laughed. I just walked frustrated through the hallways.

Woke up, Remembered that from a few days ago, someone gave me a dream flu shot which poisoned me and made me attack harry during a portion of the tri wizard tournament. Concluded someone lured me to the dream psych ward for the first time, where they administered another shot. Was realeased and went home to asuka, being poisoned and attacked her. I was sent back to the psych ward for attacking her and then relased. By then word spread to hogwarts that I'm some maniac.

Award

After Raven healed me.... I went angrily into Dumble dore's office, Lucious was there... I knew he was behind my druggings and poisonings. But no way to prove it so I use my astral tentacles to extract Lucian's memories which Dumbledore then views in his weird memory fountain thingy. Turns out Lucian was usng a portrait in his home to communicate with Voldy, who was giving him instructions to sabotage me and stuff.

I get an award before the entire school for exposing corruption, everyone claps and smiles. People apologise to me etc. I wish I remembered it in all details.

Flying

I was with some people in some town but started flying up. I saw someone i recognized on the ground and called him by his name. He looked up at me and waved. I took off on my broom and remembered that he had a twin brother and was pondering if I met who I thought... or his twin.

Not enough breakfast.

I was in some weird underground warehouse where some guy was cooking breakfast. He looked at me and said "help yourself,". i looked and saw that there was only one egg and half a slice of bacon left...

New kid

Apperently me and Asuka have a new dream baby now... ha ha. Already a few months old. i'm in the living room with Asuka, who looks like a native american in this dream. She's just watching TV. The kid is crawling around and I follow the baby to make sure it stays out of trouble. It crawls in some weird cup board and is pking it's head through som small holes.i keep pulling the baby back. and it looks at me and laughs. It keeps putting it's head in weird holes and I spent the rest of the dream making sure it doesn't get it's head stuck.

I had the most amazing abstract dream last night, but I was too lazy to get out of bed to take notes and now it's gone. Was sleeping on my right side of course. I think it was some sort of abstract take on the facebook game Backyard monsters. Only have a boring regular dream, but there at least one interesting part.

Outdoor Athetics
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm at some sort of outdoor athletic event. Chantal walks up and puts her arm around me, which takes me by surprise, and I'm not sure how to react. I put my arm around her in return, but I feel uncomfortable, mainly because it just came out of the blue like that. Sasha is hitting on me as well, and some guy asks me "You hang out with those girls?", to which I reply yes. I'm a little offended my his snoby attityde.

I walk under a bridge to and some racers run out of the woods. They are going so fast, they run right across the water and up a steep hill. As they climb, they become... different. Like exagerated superhero bodies. One is built like the hulk, and just powers up the cliff, tossing people aside.

The racers out of sight, I look out to the river where there are people wading in the water and fishing. This woman catches the biggest fish I've ever seen, and I try to tell my friends to look. But when they do, the fish is gone. They don't believe me, and ask the woman about the fish, who says she released it.

(12/11/09)

I had a very short dream last night. It was something like this:

I found a small baby panda crawling around in my back yard. I remember looking down at it at first from the balcony at the back of my house. I got out and picked up the little cub and brought it in. I don't remember seeing my own hands or any part of my body as I picked the animal up.

I briefly took my eyes off of the little panda and, when I looked down again, it was a grey hamster instead. I didn't see it transform or anything. It was just no longer a panda cub at that point.

Shortly after, I remember waking up.

Real life Dream Lucid Nightmare Dream sign
For me to remember, dreams are #067300, and lucid dreams are the color below blue, #4169e1. Nightmares are dark red, #8b0000, and dream signs are the light purple, which is up one and left one from blue, #483d8b.

This is the longest lucid I've ever had. Overall, the dream was boring. I don't remember any events happening. Low lucidity, forgot to stabilize. Flew!

Strange dream

I was alone on a dark street lit by yellow lights, walking down a cobblestone path. I entered a pharmacy store. I looked at rack of flash drives. At the bottom was a metal basket of 2GB SanDisk Cruzer flash drives. They had everything but the white thing. I could read the text just fine. Above that was a basket filled with slightly fatter ones of the same model that read 4 GB. Above that, a basket of even larger 8 GB ones that had colorful built-in flashlights. The last basket had huge 16 GB flash drives, which had the flashlight built in, as well as another mini-flash drive sticking out to the side on each.

Something about washing a large yellow room with a bunch of other people.

At a camp. Someone picks up a pickle.

I am on a relatively fast public transport system train. I sense I'm not on the right train, so when the train stops, I get on another one, which is on a perpendicular track. I realize I am dreaming as I enter the city I was meant to go to. Yes! Forgot to stabilize.

I skim along the city's streets, a few feet above the ground. I try to go higher but I feel like I can't. I keep going for a while.

Non-lucid dream, [Commentary made while awake]

[This is a catch-up post from two nights ago, which was the night before an examination. As I was going to bed, I tried to concentrate on the ideas that were going to be on the exam, hoping that I would dream about them. It worked... but not in the way I'd hoped. My commentary on the dream will include explanations of what parts of it relate to the exam.]

[Dream #1] I'm making a scrapbook. I'm brushing clear, rubber-cement-like glue onto the bristles of another kind of brush, to glue it onto something flat. The handle of the brush I'm using to apply the glue breaks, so I have to apply it by holding on to the outer part of the bottle instead. Satoshi and other characters from the Pokémon anime series are there. [I can see why I was dreaming about scrapbooking: it's a method of committing things to memory, which is what I had been doing all day to prepare for the exam.]

[Dream #2] I'm visiting Fallingwater.

Picture #1

Picture #2

As I approach the entrance, I feel absolute awe at the beauty of this place, and it shows on my face. There's a big, dramatic, semi-enclosed entryway with dark brown walls; the main doors are on the left as you're walking through the channel that the entryway forms, and directly across from them is a low patio coffee table and some patio chairs, facing onto the walkway. Several of my professors from college are sitting in those chairs, including the one who taught the art history class focusing on architecture in which I first learned about this building [in real life]. I stop and chat with him about how wonderful it is to be there. He remembers me, and says that he's there to work. I say that I'm there on vacation.

I enter the building through the entryway. Inside, there's a child-care room, full of older kids and teens who would be bored by the tour of the place. There is a silent radio in the room to announce when kids who are in there are being kicked out of it for bad behavior and released back to their parents. It says things like, “(Kid's name) is now under the direct guardianship of her mother.” I watch from a third-person perspective as one of the teenage girls in the room offers to have sex with one of the teenage boys. There follows a non-graphic, narrative description thereof, without any visuals.

The child-care room is located just off of a large, open entry hallway, also dark brown and clearly built after the fact, especially for the tourists. There is a sign that says “Photographers will be shot,” as in, with a sniper rifle. [I know it's a famous landmark and all that, but that's awfully harsh!] [The exam was on the subject of data network architecture, so of course, it makes sense that I would dream about one of the most famous works of architecture ever built. Even though it didn't help me with the exam, I thought this was a pretty awesome dream. I'd love to visit the real Fallingwater someday.]

11.12.2010

Testing Curiosities (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I had nothing to do at all today, so I slept in till 2pm. I kept waking up and just closing my eyes again, which resulted in WILD after WILD. My memory of a lot of them has eroded, but I've got a few fragments.

I was on a huge cargo ship, and it was sinking. I was out on the deck, and it was tilted at about a 30 degree angle. I saw a shipping container start to slide in my direction. As it gathered speed, I took up a stance in front of it and tried to stop it with telekenisis. It didn't stop, and hit me directly. Luckily my feet weren't taken off the ground, and I was able to bring it to a halt.

It occurred to me then to test a little theory I'd been thinking about. Can we have a visual imagination in dreams? I'd suspected- with the visual imagination faculties already maxxed out with the creation of an immersive 3D world- that it might be impossible to imagine something without it becoming part of the dream, or at least destabilizing it. I tried it then. I visualised a friend of mine, and found that I could. Although my attention momentarily switched away from the cargo ship, and back again when I stopped imagining my friend. It seemed a bit like one was put on hold while I imagined the other. I then turned round to look up at the ship's bridge. There was a giant gorilla blocking my way. I ran at it, and pulled off a Halo Reach "armor lock" to defend against each of its swipes at me.



I jumped up to punch it in the face, and it seemed to get a whole lot smaller. I brought my fist down on the top of its wrinkled head, but it didn't appear to do much damage. The ape then became translucent. It faded in and out, and disappeared altogether after a few seconds.