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October 18, 2010

Synopsis: Abstract dream. Were escaped test subjects running from an evil doctor. Brief lucidity. Flying. Next dream, I try to rebel the system from within it.

Note: I was very sleepy after I woke up from my dream. Well, I didn't really wake up. More like, I was only half awake. I stayed drifting in HI for a few minutes before I remembered that I even had a dream. But by that time, what felt like a vivid dream was hard to recall.

Abstract Adventures
Me and a friend want to leave. We walk straight out of the house and into the parking lot. Waiting for us is a small helicopter. My friend makes me drive it! I'm terrified! I don't know how to fly this clunky machine. Once inside, my whole world turns upside down. Uh, literally. We crashed.

But were fine, and I think nothing of it.

It turns out we were so desperate to leave because were running away from this evil doctor! We were his unwilling test subjects for some sort of experiment. We run through suburbia, which was just abstract and weird. We reach a tower, and climb up its various levels. I don't remember much of the tower anymore, but I do remember on the top most floor was a witch conjuring up a spell. I didn't figure out who's side she was on.

Were on top of the tower now. The doctor has us cornered! But that's when I suddenly realize I'm dreaming. Lucid, I tell the doctor "were not going to run from you anymore!". Then I grab my friends hand and fly instead. I try to grow bird wings, but I don't know if it worked or not. My friend disappears. Common. Lots of DCs just up and puff away when I become lucid.

I continue flying and exploring my strange abstract dream, like giant cardboard boxes strewn together. I woke up after wards and fell into random HI for several minutes.

Thoughts: the tower was a spiral, a repeating pattern in my dreams for 2010. Probably not a coincidence that reaching the top made me lucid, since the spiral itself can represent consciousness.

Rebel from Within
Some evil corporation has everyone I know slaving away from them, in an all-generic-building. Oh, and these weren't regular people. They were scheming rats, like the rats from Nyhm. I had two choices. Slave away, or rebel. I saw what happens to people who rebel outwardly. They got locked away in some room, never to return.

I thought I could out smart the rats though. I'd work hard, earn their trust, learn more about their system. And eventually, I'd learn about their weak points and take them out when they least expect me to! Well, it sounded like a plan. Except that it's really SLOW.

Anyways, I never actually got a chance to rebel! Unless you count spying. I was spying on the big boss while mopping the floors. He had an assistant named Amadeus. Amadeus seemed like an honestly good rat, and it annoyed me the way the boss would say his name and call him for any little thing.

Thoughts: it could have something to do with me trying to overcome old habits. The process is slow, and you have to observe yourself.

Starfox

something about Chris Highestridge at first, but no details recalled. But I remember being in a starfox video game. The graphics were like the super nintendo version.



It was a space level and there were gigantic ships I was flying through. I would blow them up and stuff, then they would explode all around me. But in some parts only parts of the ships blew up, and it seemed to take forever the part of ship to blow up.

My dad goes black and never goes back

Had a dream that I was standing in a room when my dad walked in. He had black skin and was kind of fat. He looked a lot like the black dude from the family guy. There was another dark guy with him (data) They were talking to me about something. But I couldn't remember.

Kaomea's Inner world

Remember being in a bed with Kaomea. Her hand was on my chest again where my heart was beating. This time I was doing the same thing as her. We were talking about ???? She made an important decision that made us both happy. Can't remember, but we kissed with the intent of that decision in mind, and when we did.... we both turned into light and I woke up from the dream.

Strange WTF.

first I remember walking along side a school with a fence. I remember being in this place before when I was with a group of people hiding from a zombie apocalypse. I remembered that we all got killed, then it occured to me that we shouldn't have given up so easily. I mean don't zombies die after a few weeks of eating nothing? Don't all the bugs get at them and eat them eventually?

With that in mind I walked around the school fence and turned the corner of the building. A black yappy dog (Asuka!)came out of nowhere and I decided to follow the dog.

We went back the way I came and then oticed that on the other side of the fence, that elderly people were gathering at a hall. I saw them getting out of cars and stuff. I followed Asuka down some steps and through a door.

Asuka was in her normal form now, but she was behind me so I only felt her presence. I was in a mall of some sort and a bunch of boxes of books were floating in the air. Some man was trying to get them to stop floating. I jumped up and smacked the boxes down. I noticed that the man was Mike W. from my childhood. He said he worked for the book man and set up a book man table in the hallway of the mall. I remember heping him set up the table. He started saying that he came here to alberta to help celebrate Thelma's birthday or something. Then he started reading from a card.

Lonewolf

I logged into Lonewolf's Private dream forum and saw that he had moved "The Nagual Manuel" thread over there so that no outsiders could read the thread.

August 30, 2010

I had at least 3 dreams last night, but only two of which I can remember clearly enough to write about. Unfortunately, none of them were lucid because by the time I realized I was dreaming, I was already out of the dream and nearly fully conscious. 

This dream is very hard to remember. It is dark out, and there are either 3 DCs, in which case I am present in the dream, or 4 DCs, in which case I am not present in the dream. The 3 DCs and I are fighting in kind of a circle each using a different element. The one fire bending is wearing black samurai clothes with red trim, the one water bending is wearing black samurai clothes with blue trim, the one air bending is wearing black samurai clothes with brown trim, and the one earth bending is wearing black samurai clothes with green trim. I don’t know which one I am, or who won the fight. The dream fades

I am in a cave structure similar/the same as in previous dream. The walls are reddish brown and very rough and not manmade. The ground is a canal filled with water and in some places caves were hollowed out in the walls, their floors high enough not to be touched with the water. I am there with multiple DCs, some my family. I go outside with DCs of my friends (I think) and my brothers. The outside is through a huge opening in the side of the rock. The canal inside connects straight to the river outside. It’s very weedy on the banks of the outside river and we are in the tall river grass. I see a car and a minivan floating in the water, kept in one place by balloons. I think, well I do need a car for when I turn 16, so I wade into the water and pop the balloons on both cars. I don’t want the minivan so it floats away down the river. I drag the car through the water and somehow lift/drag it onto shore. It is yellow and upon further inspection with my DC friends is just a nearly life sized plastic toy car missing its wheels and steering wheel. I am disappointed. I take it back inside the canal cave and realize that it floats. A lot of DCs are congregated near the exit of the caves in the biggest hollowed out place. I remember that I need to leave to go to the Olympics where I am a professional water-skier. I find oval glass objects that are hollow inside and have glass stripes of colour inside them. I know they are of some importance so I hold onto them and rush to the back of the caves, using the car to float (I now remember that these were also in a past dream). An adult DC frowns at me, knowing that we are near late for the Olympics. The DC of my brother Owen chases after me, probably wanting the glass objects (they were very pretty). I paddle away faster and reach the back of the caves where there is a hollowed out room of hidden things. I pull my car into the room and look for a place to put my glass things. In one corner there is a pail and shovel and other beach toys. I see a shelf above my head and put the glass things there knowing hardly anyone can reach. Owen catches up with me and I grin at him because I beat him here and he didn’t get here fast enough to see where I put the glass things. I think we fought over them in a past dream. It is time to go and as I leave I see that the wall at the very back of the caves is the same wall in my basement at home, cement and bare wall structure with insulation peeking out in various places. I am now in a car with black leather seats driving down the highway into the rain. It’s very dark out. I am on my way to the Olympics to water ski. Then I realize, I can’t be a professional water skier… and as I come back to consciousness I do a reality check.
Grr… it was too late by then.

I was walking down the main street that goes past my neighborhood with a group of 10 or 15 people when someone points out that there is a tornado. I see it in the distance, approaching us slowly.

(tornadoes are one of my major recurring dream signs; they often show up and I often have to run to shelter from them, usually with other people. Im not particularily afraid of tornadoes, and even in the dream do not experience fear- i just seem to go along with it. )

So we start running down the street, when suddenly, missiles start cracking through the asphalt and flying into the air. We are dodging the missiles and we run down a side street that doesnt exist in real life.

At this point there are only 5 or so people in the group. We run up to a house that has a basement that is accessible from the side of the house, as it is built on the side of a hill. We run down the steps to the basement

entrance, passing several cats on the way. We enter the house through a sliding glass door. Inside, there is a large glass wall through which we can a sloping hill going up from the basement. we can see the bases of trees and we are panicking because the tornado is close apparently. I look around the basement and see a door opening to the bathroom, as well as a door opening into a small room which has one of those hair machines for drying hair that usually can be found at old laides' salons.

The dream changes- how much later, im not sure.

I'm sitting in the economy section of a plane. My mom is sitting next to me, in the window seat. SHe asks me what I am going to do with the money we stole. (apparently we stole millions of dollars from somewhere)
we are flying over snow capped mountains. I spend several moments deciding that i will spend the money on several houses, cars, a yacht, and to pay for college. { interesting since this was a topic that I was frantic about before I went to college-- funny how these things stick with you}

The dream changes again

I am being chased around an old fashioned- looking city. I move around by kicking off the corners of buildings, flying great lengths with each push. I am being chased by a group of policemen with old fashioned british-police style hats.

A woman gets in the way of my escape; I accidentally smash into her or clothesline her or something.

One of the policemen screams in rage that I just killed his wife, and the chase begins again.

{throughout most of this, I am laughing, ecstatic; the chase is not frightening, it is funny-- another recurring dream sign of mine; I have never had a dream in which I was being chased by something scary-- all my nightmares include confronting something supposedly evil; never fighting it, not usually seeing it.}

They chase me into a square in the city, however, there is noone around, unlike in the cobbled streets where i killed the policeman's wife. The square is made up of a hanging garden of weeds, shaped somewhat like a maze. The weeds are hanging from white railings of sorts, though they are not very high- only 3 or 4 feet above the ground.

The dream fades- I briefly remembered another dream after this, but as I am still new to dream recall and LD it escapes me.

Don't remember anything from last night

Unusual circumstances on this night. Took B-Complex in the evening, about 5 hours before sleep. Didn't get to sleep until I was really tired. Woke up after just 3 hours of sleep to drive roommate to the airport. Was out of bed for about an hour total. Returned to sleep and had the lucid, technically in my third sleep cycle. The rest of the dreams were all very random, but more exciting then my usual boring dreams.

Rooms, Sprinklers, Flying
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control D
0730: The beginning is jumpy and difficult to recall. I don't seem to have a dreambody, I'm just watching like a movie. It's in a house at a fancy dinner party. A few old people are talking about arranging to meet at a restaurant or country club. Then it's like a commercial. A young woman in a formal dress and hair styling peeks into the room and recommends watching a TV show. Someone asks, which TV show... Buffy? Then I recognize the girl as Alyson Hannigan from that show.

At some point, I sense that I have a dreambody and I am in the house alone. But maybe it has changed into my work office? I step into a room with tall windows all along the far wall. Sunlight is shining brightly through. The floor is grass instead of carpet! The grass is overgrown and spotted with weeds. I think to myself that someone in the office should maintain the grass. I think the new employee should have to do it as an initiation.

I walk out the side door of this room. It leads outdoors and now I am in the side yard of my old house on Daisetta. It's a narrow concrete strip that leads to the backyard. I walk to the backyard and it's fairly familiar. Except there are a row of short fake palm trees lining the lawn. They have big plastic bananas hanging from them and I think it looks really tacky. The sprinklers are on and they are really strong. The water shoots about 6 feet high and is soaking the whole yard, not just the grass. I start to think this is weird. But I don't want to get wet so I turn and run back into the door I came out of. In the Daisetta house, this should be the garage but it's still the room with grass. I notice the size of the room is about right for the garage though. Now sprinklers are on in here too! Ok, I really must be dreaming and I tell myself to do a reality check. I run through one more door to be out of the water.

I plug my nose and confirm I'm dreaming. Yay! I remember that it's been a long time since being lucid. I had a scene in mind but I'm not sure how to get there from here, so I go outside and just start flying toward the horizon. But my flying sucks! I can only hover a few feet off the ground and move very slow. Then I remember one of my cues to invoke the Superman schema: Lois Lane is in trouble and I have to save her! My flying gets a bit better. I'm flying faster and higher but still not great. I try to focus on where I am going. On the horizon, I see an ominous factory on top of a mountain. Lois must be trapped inside! Smoke is billowing out. Then I see an explosion. I sense the urgency and danger and try to fly faster. But it seems so far away. Discouraged, the dream fades.

Family and Old Acquaintances
0849: C. Very jumpy and random. At Daisetta house with the whole family. Mother hands me a book about politeness and etiquette. She says my father read it but doesn't follow it. I'm supposed to go to work but I'm staying home late. I'm dressed in a blue stripped shirt with matching shorts, which I think is weird. I remind myself to change into pants before leaving for work. Then talking to my sister and one of her friends. Then I get a message on my Xbox from someone with initials C.C. I struggle to think who that is. At first I think of Sean, but that's way off with S.F. The closest I can think is E.B., Erinne from high school. I turn and see her in the room at an impressive desk. She's dressed nicely and looks like a lawyer or executive. I ask if she knows who C.C. could be. She asks me what her own phone number is. I'm confused. Do you mean your non-cell phone number? I pull out my phone to look. See calls her own house and talks to her housekeeper. Then my mother brings a big slice of ice cream cake. My sister and I eat it with our hands.

Saving Private Ryan
1012: C. In a war setting. In a small troop, looking for someone like the movie Saving Private Ryan. We find him and he's really shaken up. He's the only survivor of a big battle. I let him use my phone to make a few calls, but no one answers. Then my phone rings with an incoming call, but it's a wrong number.

Speed Racer, Secret Mission, Rugby
1123: C. I start as a racecar driver. Feels a bit cartoonish like Speed Racer. But it's just my cover for a secret spy mission. I'm in a team of spies with me, Hugh, Leonardo DiCaprio, and maybe a couple other people. We are in some third-world country. I am reminded of the movie Spy Game (but DiCaprio wasn't in that one). Leo comes up to a fruit stand to make the secret exchange, pretending to buy a basket of fruit. But something goes wrong and we have to abort the mission and run away.

Then it seems to be years later. Hugh and I have returned to the same place. This time, his two younger brothers are with us. Maybe we have come to avenge Leo? We go to the same fruit stand. Some of our faces and Leo's are on "wanted" posters. So we send in the brothers because they are new. The vendor at the stand starts arguing with them. Things seem to go bad again.

Now I'm in the middle of a game that's a bit like rugby, but not quite. I sense that I am not good at this game. I'm on the team to fill a spot and I shouldn't interfere with my better teammates. But the ball comes to me and a run and kick a field goal. We win and I climb up on the uprights, which look like the big arch in Chinatown.

I am restarting my dream journal (for the umpteenth time!).

Fragments:

I am kissing a friend's girlfriend (LY) on a bed in a bedroom. It becomes very passionate, and we're just about to have sex when I stop and explain that I can't cheat on my current girlfriend. At that moment, MP walks in and shoots me a very surprised look. He leaves the bedroom as quickly as he entered and I feel embarrassed.

The above dream was really unsettling considering I've been in a relationship for 3 months. If anyone has any advice/opinion on this dream, or if this has happened to you as well, let me know.

Later, I am on a very busy street with lots of people. I recognize I'm dreaming (more like semi-lucid). I see a bridge, and I begin to pick people up and toss them over the side. I begin to flick my hands and people and things go flying in whichever way I point. One of the DC's exclaims, "you can do that?!". I see an analog clock and try to make the hands circle rapidly by closing my eyes and concentrating, but it doesn't work.

We have just arrived to our summer cottage. I get out of the car. My sister and my father are with me. It is dark and snowy. I walk to the cottage. It's too dark to see properly. The only thing giving light is one of the buildings. It's burnt remains are glowing faintly. The other buildings seem old. All the paint has worn off. There is also a building that isn't there in the waking world. I go back to the car and ask my father for a lamp. He gives me one and I go back. Even with the lamp it is really dark, I can only see the buildings as gray shadows even when they are close. A man from a nearby cottage swoops in on a snowmobile. He says he had used our shore to go to the lake. I say it's no problem. I get back to the car again. When I get there the man's there also, speaking with my father. I go back to the cottage. It doesn't look like our real cottage (I've visited the place in previous dreams and the cottage has looked the same as it did in this dream). I follow a path and arrive in front of a cellar built in a mound. It is not dark anymore, but the sun is shining. I open the door to the cellar. Behind it is another door. And another. After about seven doors, of which each is smaller than the former door, they have formed a tunnel through the mound. The tunnel is too narrow for me so I go round the mound to the other side. I notice the thing is actually a big telescope with no lenses. Apparently it is ancient. I look through it. The doors have vanished. I wonder what to do with it. I has many mirrors attached to its sides. I get an idea. What if I'd mirror the sunlight with the mirrors to...what? I start turning the mirrors. It seems I get something done right, because the telescope turns into a space rocket. The view changes into third person and I'm in space. I think there was someone with me. I pilot the rocket back to the Earth. Once there, I leave the telescope.
I possibly left the cottage and ended up in a desert or then it was completely a different dream. There was a man who had a fighting school. A woman there was pregnant. I don't remember much from the dream except that the woman gave birth in it.

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while writing journal entry]

[Fragment] I'm at junior high school, going to class and learning what my class schedule will be.

The next dream starts out like a documentary about Canada. In the dream, I remember that I visited a city in Canada once, and my strongest impression upon arriving there was, “Wow, I'm in a foreign country!” [I've never actually been to Canada. These are most likely straight-up false memories, but I also got the feeling when taking notes during my WBTB that they might possibly have been memories of a previous dream that I'd otherwise forgotten about. Weird.] According to the documentary, Canada has a “Mexico City,” a concentrated population center of Mexican immigrants.

The dream then shifts from a documentary to an episode of “The Red Panda Adventures” that involves all of Canada being hypnotized/brainwashed into hating a man with the last name of Campbell. I remember a long text document [don't ask me why a dream about an episode of an audio series generates a dream image of a text document] that goes on and on about what a despicable person Campbell is. At one point in the text document, there is a warped and twisted version of the Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance that also mentions his name and says something bad about him. [I was curious, so I looked it up, and it turns out that there is no Canadian equivalent of the Pledge of Allegiance. My mind just made one up. Cool.]

Woke up at 4:00 A.M. at the end of a sleep cycle and needed the restroom, so I used it, then took a few notes on my dreams so far, then went back to sleep.

I'm in a really big library with white walls and lots of light wood. The word “dream” crosses my mind somehow. [I don't remember whether someone said it, or I saw it on a sign, or I was just thinking about it; I think it was probably the latter.] However it happens, it makes me realize, “Hey, I'm dreaming! I did it!”

I decide to try doing a scene transition. [I don't remember how I did it, but] I find myself sitting in front of a computer monitor, which is displaying a command prompt against a black screen. The program that's running is a text adventure based on the novel Watership Down. I can't do anything right in it – I try entering a couple of commands, but none of them make any progress. Even the inventory command yields a response that goes something like, “You can't have an inventory with only one!” It means that you have to have more than one rabbit in your party before you can check your inventory. I quickly discover that the program is tied to the computer's clock, and that if a certain number of seconds pass without the player making any progress, the program just gives you a Game Over saying something about how you just got eaten (you, the rabbit, in the game, that is). After I get this Game Over, I think: “I don't have to sit here and play this text adventure just because I ended up here. If I want to, I can get up from this computer and go explore the building.” So I do.

I'm still in the library, because that's where that computer is. It's near a second-story interior passageway that's open and more like a balcony, overlooking the ground floor of the library. I follow the passageway over to where it ends in a flight of stairs going down, then descend the stairs, holding on to the handrails the entire way to keep myself focused on and grounded in the dream, and to make sure it remains stable. It works. The whole time, I'm marveling at how the sensations of walking, descending stairs, and holding the handrails are exactly like they would be in reality. The stairs have handrails running up the middle of the steps, but they aren't parallel to the ones running up the sides of the stairs; they're at an angle, so I have to go through a narrow space between two handrails on the last few steps of the staircase. I say, “Why did I have to design these stairs this way?”

I exit the building, and am outside on a dream version of my college campus. It's sunny and beautiful, and all the buildings are big and white and slightly old-fashioned [in real life, most of them are various shades of brown, tan, or orange, and none of them date back further than the 1940s]. Also, the St. Louis Arch and another, light-brown arch with some words on it in black, marking the entrance to some area, are there. [I can't remember what the words said now, but there were two of them, they were the name of the area, and they both started with S.] I go, “Ahhh, it's so good to be here.”

I notice that the beach, with its light-colored, soft sand, is down at the bottom of the cliff. I decide to try something. I think to myself, “When I close my eyes and turn around, I'm going to be standing on that beach down there.” I close my eyes, turn around in a circle (not too fast), and then open them again. I'm now on the beach, not quite at the exact spot I had been shooting for, but pretty close. “It worked!” I say aloud.

I stand on the beach for a moment, but the waves suddenly start coming up really close to the cliff, so there's not enough dry sand left to stand on. I decide to spin around again to go somewhere else, but this time, I'm thinking, “Just take me wherever.”

[In retrospect, that wasn't a very good idea.] I end up on the porch of an old, slightly spooky-looking house made of wooden boards, that seems to be floating on the ocean. It's not abandoned, though – there is a couple living in it. Also, I now have a friend with me – no one I know in real life, just a random, unnamed female dream character.

I look out from the porch to the east at the surrounding landscape and see a world that is ending. The sky is filled with thick, solid black clouds, with streaks of bright red and orange here and there because the sun is rising behind them. The entire landscape is flooded, and a jumble of disconnected buildings stick out of the water here and there. Some of them are on fire, some are falling apart, and one is being ruled over by some sort of dictator, whose enormous figure I can see looming over the building and gesturing with his arms in a way that means “work, you miserable peons!”

The couple who live in the house we're at start talking to me and my friend. They say that we have to get back to safety by sailing back the way we came. I think, “But we didn't sail here! We teleported!” I don't say so, though. [I don't know why not. Either I didn't get a chance to say anything, or I didn't want her to know about my newfound teleportation abilities, I'm not sure.]

[From this point forward, my recall is a little less clear in that I remember all the scenes, but none of the transitions or connections between them.]

The next thing I remember is facing away from the house toward the west, where there is a sort of path leading away from the house, but it's made up of a bunch of vines (or tree roots?). I try to get to the other end of the path by spinning around and closing my eyes again, but this time it doesn't work at all. I say, “Okay, if we can't do that, we'll just get there the hard way,” and start climbing over the vines.

Somehow, I end up on the deck of a ship, and there are waves coming up onto the deck I'm on, over and through the metal railing to my left. One of them doesn't look very big (it's about the same height as the railing), but it breaks right on the deck I'm on, tilting the ship over but not capsizing it.

The next thing I know, my friend and I are being escorted through the flooded landscape in a boat. There is a tank-like, armored boat with lots of guns in front of our boat, and another one behind ours. I take it they're there for our protection, but I quickly figure out that they're mostly just there for intimidation, and they're not even doing a very good job of that. There are lots of dangerous things trying to attack us, including exploding police cars, but we and our boat are passing through all of them as if they were air. What's really protecting us is a magic spell, one which, I know in the dream, comes from the Incarnations of Immortality universe.

I'm on foot, indoors, running away from something. I run into what appears to be a bathroom. I wonder if the protection spell is still holding now that I'm off the boat.

[I'm not entirely sure whether these last two scenes were in this order, or the reverse order:]

I'm a student sitting in a classroom, on the first day of school. All the other student seats are full of preteen or teenage Japanese girls, but the teacher is white. She explains that all we'll do in her class is make these little hat/hair accessory things out of tissue paper, which must be very trendy, because many of the girls are wearing them in their hair.

I'm standing on some rocks in the ocean, near the beach. I'm still lucid, so I think, “Okay! Text-messaging! Task of the month!” I go to take my phone out of my pocket, but then think, “No, better not do that here – I don't want to get my phone wet.”

Woke up and was delighted to have had another lucid dream. While thinking back over it, I laughed out loud at that last part – I was concerned about my phone getting wet? It wasn't even my real phone! :-D Then again, I realized that that makes sense: my dream cell phone would have been just as damaged by dream water as my real one would be by real water. After all, that's what I expect will happen when cell phones get wet.

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Commentary:

Last night, I listened to about half of my binaural beats file at the beginning of the night, did a five-minute WBTB, did a lot of MILD affirmation and visualization both when I first went to bed and when I was going back to sleep after the WBTB, and had a new cardboard-square bracelet, one made with a smaller square of thicker cardboard than my first one, on my wrist the entire time. Something helped me have a really good, long lucid dream. I don't know what. How very unscientific of me, I know. I'm sorry, everybody.

On a more positive note, I'm getting a little better at this! I had more lucidity than ever before this time, and I thought about and actively tried out some dream control techniques while in the dream. I've moved out of the “what is this new world?!” phase now, and into a phase that can be characterized by these thoughts: “Okay, I get the idea of what lucid dreams are, but how do I shot web?” That is, I'm just starting to learn to use those dream control abilities. It was one thing to read about the spinning scene-change/teleportation ability, but as with most skills, now that I've done it for myself, I truly understand what it's like. Note to self, though: I should never spin around to transition to a new scene without first deciding what the new scene should be, because if I let it be random, I may not like what I get.

Boy howdy, I sure am adept at doing WILD techniques... But only when I'm already asleep! >:/ I'm wondering if there's a specific term for doing a WILD in a dream, or if it's considered a straight up DILD. Either way, this makes my second dreaming WILD.

Barring the details of my non-lucid (Fairly uninteresting, snowy street, jammed VCR I unjam, a movie with Leonardo DiCaprio.) I basically fall asleep in my dream and WILD. Though not as cleverly disguised as my first dream WILD, I still think how I can check that off on my October goal... At least for a moment, I realize fairly quickly after becoming lucid that I just dream WILDed. Anyway, I go through the motions of a WILD. Vague images, sudden feeling of acceleration, for a moment, I see a faint image of my kitchen and think that's where I'll be going in my dream.

Instead, I find myself just falling through a dark cloudy sky completely lucid. I wasn't scared at all (In fact, I can count on one hand how many times, total, I've been scared since keeping a dream journal, and all 3 are jump scares.). First thing I do is try to spin and change scenery, of course repeating I'm lucid, I'm dreaming, etc. Doesn't work, I notice my glasses are about to falloff from the wind of falling, I grab them and realize "I'm dreaming! I don't even need them!" my vision blurs every slightly but becomes clear again shortly after letting them go.

I try spinning again, maneuvering my hands in a way that would make me spin as I fell (I always fell feet first, and never looked up or down.). It works and i laugh joyfully as it does, i then think of stopping my decent by hovering, and slowly I do. I talk myself into it "Just slow things down...", honestly, it was very calming. Eventually I stop, and notice the sky has a very bright crescent moon, and it looks like it's on a giant dark blue wall in the distance.

I say to myself "Alright Zed, get ready for some dreaming.".

I then wake up. >;( I try to DEILD back into the dream like last time, but it doesn't work. (I suspect I was only in the void last time when I DEILDed back into my dreams.) Again, noticing the absolute dryness of my mouth. In total, I think I was lucid... Maybe a couple minutes? Certainly longer than my first dreaming WILD, but still not what I'd consider a 'Lucid dream'.

Still, it was interesting feeling the sensation of falling like that.

Hello
I'm really back on track with the whole lucid thing Only problem which stays is that I wake up after realizing I'm dreaming.

Vividness: 4/5
Recall:4/5
Hours of sleep: 7.6h

I'm in an hotel. I'm on a some kind of holiday. It's already evening and I'm exhausted. I go to bed and try too sleep. But I can't. It's to hot insides I'm sweating. I finally get out of my bed and I decide to leave the hotel. I open the door and I'm outsides. It's sunrise. There is a bus and my car. I meet someone and he says to me, that I have to pick someone up in the city, where my university is and drive him somewhere to France.
I don't pay really attention. I'm in a bad mood. I just go in my car and drive away. While driving I'm wondering how I have to drive to get at the right place. I realize that it's impossible to go at this place so I drive to somewhere else.
In front of me are a few skyscrapers. They look really weird: They have terraces on the top and the buildings form a gigantic pyramid. Each roof-top is connected to another one and at the top of the highest building, there is a huge statue.
Suddenly I'm flying, but outside my car. I sit on a pillow. It flies higher and higher gets nearly to the highest building. I want to catch one of the hundreds stairs on a roof-top, but my pillow flies away without me.
I start to fall. I get a strange feeling. I feel that I'm lying on something, although there isn't anything. I realize that it's impossible for me to fly in real life and that it's unrealistic that I'm falling from the sky. I'm glad that I realize it, because I had begun to panic a bit because I'm falling from so high.
BUT everything gets directly dark and I awake
I have my eyes closed. I start to imagine to fly in a rocket and I'm saying in my head: "You gonna re-enter your dream and you will manage to stay lucid". I repeated it several times.
BUT something strange happens: I suddenly hear my brother's voice in my head. It says: "That isn't going to work!". I began arguing with this voice who came from my subconscious. I thought : Shut the f*ck up !"
I' m in a completely other place. I'm in a late night show. I don't realize that I'm dreaming and simply listen to the speaker. He's explaining how it's possible that people think that Michael Jackson is still alive.

The End.
Don't forget to KEEP IT UP!

I was at a bar, and my cousin was talking to about some stuff. She wouldn't shut up. I was trying to get these pickled eggs from a jar, but every time I put one on my plate, one would fall off. It was like I couldn't have five on a plate. I threw it away, and she was asking about the ribs that were in the trash, and I told her that someone dropped them, and they were old or something.


I also briefly remember being in town during Christmas. I wasn't physically there, i was just sort of gliding through the streets....looking at the lights.

I remember jogging a whole lot. Upstairs downstairs, through crowds, through buildings, and offices. I even bumped into an old battle buddy I haven't seen in forever. We chit chatted mid job, and eventually went two directions. I told her "we should hang out sometime".

I also remember running the opposite direction of this crowd. Some of them were talking crap, but it didn't matter. I got to a point where I had to slow down because the area was almost like a choke point.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning. I don't know if it was because I worried about not getting up when the alarm went off, or if it was because the curtains were down, but I didn't sleep very well. There were lights on the roof in different shapes and I woke up several times thinking they had a meaning and something like that... Atleast I recalled one dream.

04.30: Vampires
I'm on the roof of some kind of bus, going through a poor neighbourhood. There are people in the streets, walking around like zombies in ragged clothes, eyes red. I can hear a voice from somewhere, telling me the story of this place. "The vampires have gone to the limit in search of blood, and they have to sell most of their possessions to even get a few drops"

Apparently I've ended up in the "Daybreakers" world, where most humans are extinct. I crouch and try not to be seen while the bus drives on through the slum. We arrive at a large gate and I decide to get off. I jump off the bus and end up behind a bunch of computer screens, standing on some tables next to the gate. I sit there for a while, watching people walk by when a girl my age spots me. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you" I notice her eyes are red but apparently not all vampires with red eyes are bad.

We chat for a while and she's really nice. Suddenly three guys walk up to her and ask her what she's doing. Apparently one of them is her boyfriend and he's pissed. I don't hesitate for a second and jump them, slaying them all in the blink of an eye. I don't know how I got a sword but I cut down a whole bunch of them before someone grabs my arm. The dream starts destabilizing. A group of people stand before me, my vampire-slaying friends. I feel kinda psychotic and laugh. "Relax..." one of them tells me. "I only feel alive when the adrenaline is pumping" I tell them.

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Food before bed: 100 mg B6. 2 Omega-3 pills.

That's it. Pretty cool dream but not very vivid in the end where I started killing. I'm glad it wasn't because I don't really enjoy doing it. It's still pretty cool!

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

At the first the dream had nothing to do with me. I was watching a man at nighttime that damn near drowned in a bayou. He was tearing up a rotted dock in his attempts to get to land - and eventually he made it. He laid there, spluttering and gasping as he rested half-in, half-out of the water. I also saw the shadows that rose up out of the water and towered over him silently. Around seven foot, heavily muscled, and it had horns. I didn't know how I knew, but I knew it was an incubus. The man turned around - and was about to scream before the shadows converged on him and it entered his body.

Then the dream switched to me, and I walked outside, trying to find out what the source of a odd noise was. I'd just stepped to the rotted dock to find it unoccupied - until somebody grabbed me from behind and threw me down on the ground. The man was there, red eyes staring at me as he smiled. Then he raped me.

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A few weeks later, I avoided his place like the plague, not wanting to admit what had happened between us. He was supposed to get married in two weeks. I started to feel sick, so I decided to go to the doctor's, though I already knew what had happened. Somehow I'd gotten pregnant from the encounter. As I sat in the counselor's office, I impatiently twiddled with my fingers and kept absolutely to myself.

The demon inside of him seemed to know what I wanted to do, for it impersonated the advisor I was about to see, but another counselor was supposed to be in the room with him. His plan half-failed right then and there.

I go in, sit down, and both of them give me a small phamplet with some questions. Namely, can you take care of a baby, are your parents supportive, blah blah blah. There were nine of them. I circled NO for 7.

At this, the Incubi got mad that I was going to get my way, and he turned to violence. He followed me upstairs and began to throw people through windows, break down doors looking for me. I hid behind a small alcove, watching the man with red eyes rant and rave about how I'd lied to him. How I'd willingly bedded him in an attempt to ruin his marriage.

That's when I saw his wife's car out in the parking lot.

Taking a risk, I dashed out there and found her right as she was about to drive off. I told her everything in a hushed, hurried voice. I started to cry towards the middle of it, because even though none of it had really been my fault, I still felt guilty that this had happened.

Though the wife just told me it would be okay, and she wasn't angry. He'd been acting different ever since that night on the dock, and it was only a matter of time before she found out what was causing it. She believed me. Then she stepped out of her car, her fiance stepped out of the clinic, and they were about to face off.

I woke up right after that.