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I am at work with my friend Jill. It is an office/shop that I am not familiar with. The boss is there. I believe that he has left and I am saying something bad about him when Jill indicates to me that he is still here. I am worried that he heard what I said but he does not react so I am relieved.

Jill and I are then sitting at a square table opposited each other having lunch. The table is in the middle of the street. The same boss then comes over to the table and tells me that my car has a flat battery as someone left the lights on. I remember that I loaned my car to someone and am mad that they have flattened my battery. I go with the boss to a garage where my car is and he opens the hood. I ask him if he can fix it.

I remember two, probably related, segments, but my memory of them is a little limited so we'll see how much I can remember as I start here.

The earlier segment I can only seem to remember a few random image of. It was like some kind of futurey sandbox FPS scenario. I remember it was night for the duration of this segment, but it was that kind of movie or video game style night where it isn't really night but everything has kind of a dark blue filter over it (except where there's lighting). I remember seeing gray metal husks of tanks and fires all over streets. I was moving from place to place, destroying vehicles or robots or whatever I perceived as an opponent I guess. I'm not sure what my motivation was or what I was trying to do. I remember at one point I discovered a new way to take out some vehicles and was trying to describe it to an outpost of humans/allies but they were refusing to listen so I left them. I remember a segment where I was moving down a large bridge, with vehicle wrecks everywhere, sorta vaguely L4D2 style (only at night and no zombies).

The second segment was similar. There were two outposts of human survivors whose outposts were on an upper level. These two groups made up two Team Fortress 2 teams, the one I was with had a yellow outpost (and appeared on the minimap in the lower right corner of my vision as yellow), which was just kind of a crowded camp with people wearing mostly yellow clothes, and must have been the blue team since my opponents on the lower level were mostly wearing red. Everything on the minimap was represented by small, colored triangles, yellow and green for the outpost bases and control points, and gray for uncaptured control points. The other team had a green outpost (and was correspondingly green on the minimap) and was apparently the red team. On the lower level was kind of a Doom-style research outpost where most of the action took place. There was three objective locations arranged in kind of a triangle formation on the map that we were fighting over. In place of the usual TF2 characters, it was real-looking people just pretending to be the classes. I was a spy, and playing decent, but being constantly frustrated that my backstab was rarely working. I didn't have an actual spy's knife in my hands but I did the backstab animation with my fist and it would only work occasionally. There were a handful of players, both men and women. I remember there was a spy-girl with the spy's mask and blonde pigtails who would spawn and I'd keep following her and killing her because she wasn't very good. There was a larger guy with a red shirt on who was apparently a heavy. He was running around doing stuff and ignoring me as I tried to kill him. I backstabbed him and he said, "Okay, that's one." and I apparently understood I needed to do it twice to kill him but the second stab refused to work. Towards the end I somehow got to see the green outpost and I remember thinking it looked way cooler than the yellow one; for one it was green, there were light green lights everywhere and the people there looked like a cult, in green robes worshiping a triangle or pyramid thingy that was hovering a little ways up made out of the light green light. I remember a little ways before it ended it transitioned into what seemed like some kind of preview trailer for this little dream game where two people were discussing features; the one that one of them highlighted was how sometimes a third team would enter the game, something that was represented by another team (though I seem to remember it was the same color of green) popped up on the minimap and a line moved from their base to the outposts.

A lot of triangle imagery in the second segment.

I've been really, desperately wanting to try the whole CAT method for a few months now, it seems relatively easy in that my whole day doesn't need to be completely consumed with lucid dreaming and reality checks.

In reality it is a lot, lot harder to get up so early. And I should know this. I have tried for years to get up earlier, to no avail. I was driving home from work today, though, listening to a Brian Tracey speech and one of the things he said was:

Determine what it is you want, and determine the price that you are willing to pay to get what you want...

Well, I guess that's it. If I'm still thinking about lucid dreaming after all this years of little to no success, obviously I want it. The question now is that if the price to pay for having lucid dreams is achieving it with the CAT method: am I willing to pay that price in getting up early?

Getting up as early as many people do anyway?

Okay, well, here goes nothing. I commit myself to getting up at 6:30am tomorrow, lucidity here I come...

PART 1 - BASEMENT SEARCH

I'm in the basement of Cornwall (location where I lived during childhood.) A girl is looking for something of mom's (for the second time?). She asks me... I make a guess somewhere in mom's room but say I don't know for sure.

Larger story context, but can't remember...

ANALYSIS

This kind of reminds me of a customer asking me where something was yesterday - I said it wasn't my usual section, and they were super understanding, which was unusual. Possible trigger.

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PART 2 - HANGING OUT W/SARAN

Unknown location, hanging out with SarAn (someone I knew years ago) and one other unknown person.

I'm acting very chill and funny, we have this certain kind of good chemistry that brings out the best in me. It suddenly occurs to me to show them the "double rainbow guy" video... I have trouble finding it.

ANALYSIS

Not sure what would trigger SarAn now...

I did used to make them laugh. I do suspect we might still have good chemistry, so perhaps that is my unconscious' projection of them based on my expectations.

I watched the CollegeHumor parody of the double rainbow guy yesterday and found it quite hilarious, likely trigger.

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PART 3 - DOG BITE

Same location as part 2. Dog (black) bites me, right on the side of my eye socket, apparently trying to rip it out. I apply pressure on my face in the opposite direction to stop it, and eventually get loose.

ANALYSIS

Perhaps related to the pain of my "ailment"...

I seem to be seeing my dreams mainly in terms of "triggers" as no symbolic meanings really jump out at me most of the time, but I wonder if this is simply because I've gotten into the habit of perceiving them that way, or if that is actually how they are. On the other hand, trying to force a symbolic meaning when it doesn't occur to me naturally simply feels artificial and without substance.

Remembering dreams for me seems to be about a sense of expanding, opening up to the vague bigger story at play, then letting the mind fill in the blanks... hard to describe, but it's a specific skill to be aware of and work on.

NOTES

boobs

RC

storm

moon

fly east

teleport attempt

close eyes

wake up doh!

1) I am obi-wan_kinobi (wtf) in some sort of teenage school. I keep getting with all these girls when the U.S. starts attacking the schools with drones and Apache helecopters, we retreat to inside the school building where the universe starts to collapse.....

Non-dream Lucid

15-08-10 Tired after my attempts at WILDing this night I decided to try again during a nap. This is pretty confusing, but I will try and explain it. I think I might have spent a good portion of my dream sleeping, I know this sound obvious but I mean sleeping in the dream while being lucid trying to become lucid(!?!?). I read a guide on how to WILD that Siphorix mentioned in a dream journal I read this morning, while still riding my high from my first WILD attempt (that wasn't or was successful). This mentions 4 steps in the sleep cycle I tried to remember when falling asleep. So when I became numb I remained calm and try to reach stage 4, which I think I might have done. I started rolling over.. in fact I repositioned my body 90 degrees, which I was conscious about being impossible because I have a single bed and with the angle I had I would have had my feet through the wall so I knew I was dreaming alright, but didn't quite dare believe it. I opened one eye and looked to the ceiling, but closed it again swiftly as I was afraid it was premature. At this point I noticed a cool sensation in my body I have never experienced before. I was like my spine was being dragged backwards and forwards over an old school washing board. The friction between this and the bones in my spine caused tremendous heat and this was in no way unpleasant. I decided to risk it all a bit and open my eyes and exit my bed (I did this in a non normal fashion exiting where my head normally is, but remember I had switched by body position 90 degrees). I walked out into my flat and it had a real, REALLY real feel to it, so I decided to do a RC (the first planned reality check I have succeeded with, other LDs have had more of an instant awakening/knowing feel to it). Indeed I observed my hand all blurry and had no way of distinguishing between my fingers. Funny enough I felt a sharp pain in my pinky, which I associated with some recent cuts I got trying to catch a falling kitchen knife (don't ever try that unless you know you are dreaming!!!). However I also knew that these cuts were supposed to be on my right hand, not my left, but I abandoned the thought as I had the confirmation I needed. I decided to do one more by trying to move an empty flower pot via telekinesis, and I noticed I had limited control as the pot started to move, but fell to the floor. I focused up a bit and picked it up mentally and put it back on the shelf. I now noticed that the plants were missing from the shelf. I decided to go outside and find some DCs so I could ask for my dream name. I went to the kitchen and jumped through the window, without opening or breaking it. As I jumped I knew I wouldn't have the ability to fly, but I rested in the fact I wouldn't feel pain from dropping the 10 metres down. It was bright and sunny, like it is IRL and I found a handsome mid thirties woman walking down the street. There were a mother with her kids, but she seemed to distracted to help me out so I went with the woman and asked her “excuse me, this might sound odd, but what is my dream name?” “she replied, well it is the same it is long and confusing” I asked her if she was referring to my real name, but I didn't get the answer before I woke up. So I'll count that goal as attempted, still in progress since I am unaware if my name is “Dennis Spang Vestergaard” or “Long and confusing” ^^. Although it was very short and I had limited control I will consider this my first WILD =P.

I had a lucid dream where I was in a world where souls go.

I had a dream guide or spirit guide acompanying me, I don't know which one. The wierd thing was, the guide stayed at my side in the form of a kite. The Kite was conscience and barely touching me. Floating just above my shoulder but touching me the whole time with it's kite tail.

I was taken to what looked like an island nation. I was shown a great city, the city was natural rock, mostly white marble. There was a great colliseum made of white marble and the inhabitants of the city were there attending a ceremony of sorts. I was not invited, instead I was shown a large flock of white oceanic birds (doves, but the size and strength of seagulls). When looking at the flock of birds, the "kite" told me not to stare too long at any one bird. So, of course I stared at one, and when I did, I could see that it was the repository of some ones life, it was a little person and I saw all the trials and difficulties he went through. The kite snapped me back, lending me energy by touching my shoulder with it's kite tail she warned me not to do that, and then I stared at another bird, I saw a girl in a relationship, she was unhappy and started doing heroine, ultimatly she took her own life, I was then snapped back by the kite. The kite told me we were supposed to see what was goinig on in the colliseum, and she "the kite" attempted to float me off the ground high enough to peer down into the open roofed marble colleseum, but I had used to much of her energy, and as such she chastised me for being so wastefull.

i been having the same dream the past week hopefully this doesn't make my dream stop. Im a werewolf and i am hunting some creature that beats people to death. One witness saw it and said it had horns like a minotaur. No one believed him. I came busting through the door to his insane room or what ever at a mental hospital. i asked him if he could tell me the last place he has seen it. He told me that it was near a abandoned building. It was getting late and i was getting sleepy. I headed home to my bed and i laid down. I started to close my eyes and the next thing that i know is i wake up. This dream has been happening almost every day in the past 2 weeks. it happens on monday through friday.

1. I was playing Minecraft or something.

2. I was at Daniel's place and something musical was happening. I had a giant iPad (probably ~1m x 60cm and awesome fun) and I was covering songs on it in a cool electronic way using some program.
When I tried to leave the house, I couldn't find the iPad so I was sad. Some game I was playing on it was like one of those take-care-of-stuff simulation games, IDK what to call it but it was like you played as a girl in some world and had to buy clothes and stuff lol.

3. I was in Sweden and staying there for a couple of weeks before uni started. It was thunderstorming.

Me and a bunch of other teens (only a few I know) board a coach bus to go to school, which in this case is a diner in the middle of the country. I notice a douche-looking guy at the back, and I feel that I know him and that we have a rivalry. I remember being in the second floor of my school, but then being back in the diner.
That night me, another guy and another chick go to the baseball diamond nearby, where we spot a fat nerd passed out in the bushes, and we are afraid that he is awake and watching us. The baseball diamond transforms into my room, where we are all partying. We are all pretty drunk, and I see Kyra who looks incredibly sexy making out with some short guy. Ali C also comes up and starts hitting on me, but I just ignore her. I am socializing with all of the girls mostly because they are all really good friends. I ask Kenzie, "Remember when we used to be best friends?" She just looks at me strangely because we never really were good friends, and I know it's just the dream talking.
The next day is really short, and I only remember seeing someone run out of the diner from an overhead view.
On the last day, the douche guy is glaring at me on the bus ride to the diner. I get up and start to walk down the aisle. On my way I kiss a raven-haired girl on the back of her neck as if I am a lover going to his final fight. At the back, I grab onto a pole like they have in subways and start talking to the guy, trying to make peace with him. He argues that he wants to fight me because I'm in love with his girlfriends, and I know it's true. The scene then cuts out to a golf tournament in the diner's backyard. A middle aged fat black man is awarded a new set of clubs for "Best Homemade Golfing" (This made me lmfao after the dream.). He had difficulty shoving them in the trunk of his sports car convertable, and then discussed whether the top should be up or down with two blonde milfs in the car. Even though it was cloudy, they chose top down, and I sort of agreed with their decision.
It started to feel like the last day of a vacation with people you met who you would never see again. I went through the diner and opened up the door in the back of the kitchen to where three guys were sleeping. I felt really bad about waking them up, because they were trying WILD and had their alarms set to 10:30a.m. I told them that everyone was leaving, and they seemed like they wanted to go too, but they were too tired at the moment. I went back to the entrance of the kitchen and asked Kenzie if she had seen Bri around. She said, "The only people left are us and the girls from the Rusty Boot." She pointed at three girls (one was Natasha) sitting on stools at the bar who all looked really haggard. I remembered that the Rusty Boot was another diner near this one, and that they were the owners of it. I felt really bad that Bri had already left, as we were best friends.

well I went to the cinema to see inception last night and it seemed to take a starring role in my dreams.

I don't remember a great deal of detail the dreams of last night. I was watching the fight in the hall of the hotel when the gravity has shifted and then something changed.I can only describe it as that all of a sudden everything changed from a dreamlike quality to being real. It's hard to explain, for about 60 seconds or so it became real in my head, my awareness had changed or something but the most frustrating thing is I don't remember anything else.

Does that 1 minute window mean I was lucid but just don't remember, or just a really weird quality I've never before had in my dreams?

15-08-10 1: Very fragmented. I was riding a bike through Hornslet (the town in which I was raised). I am having a conversation with my mum and wonder if she thinks the petrol station will be completely removed, underground tanks and all. I keep riding my bike and at a point, right next to the old Music café, I ride extremely close to my grandfather on my father's side. I ride so close that I end up on a trailer made of egg container cardboard. He tells me with disappointment in his voice that I shouldn't drive as reckless as I am.

2: An old friend of mine (Asbjørn) was at my house playing Starcraft 2 on my old computer and me on my own. We are very close to starting the next semester (now we don't even study together so I probably should have noticed this). We somehow non-verbally agree that we shouldn't take the semester too seriously and focus on playing Starcraft instead. We decided to try and link up the computers, but have trouble finding a network cable long enough. This we eventually sort out by moving the router with a longer power cord instead. There is a shift in the dream and I am now on a bike and I am thinking about actually applying myself for next semester. I notice a trailer parked in the middle of the road and I wonder when a car will find it a nuisance. A car drive up from behind, but makes a turn before the trailer becomes an issue and I notice how the garage opens up with a guy behind a bar. I keep biking and speak to a friend's mother about how difficult it is to bike when you have just returned from summer holidays.

15.08.2010

Eight (Non-lucid)

★★★☆☆

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

The aerial surveillance camera pans quickly and zooms in, tracking the movement of eight military transport jeeps as they blaze through the pine forest, kicking up light brown dirt into the air behind them.

"Eight?!" says a voice. Was it my own? "There are supposed to be nine. . . You don't think he. . ."

The boy, Achilles, stood before us, as his men removed the dark burlap bags from our heads. He begins talking gently to us, still trying to win us over, but the feigned kindness quickly turns into malicious indignation as he remarks on what all of us have already noticed.

There are only eight of us.

What happened to Crazy Tom? Abandoned? Left for dead? That's certainly what this scumbag wants us to believe. . .

I have to know the truth. So, when Achilles finally finishes his tirade and turns to leave, I make my move. Toggling Super Jump I leap into the air, higher and faster every second. Still airborne, 150' up, I turn myself back from whence we came and start the search for our comrade at arms.

Traveling at speeds in excess of 200MPH tends to get you places quickly. Soon enough, I spot an opening in the trees. I know this is where I'll find Tom. More than that, I know Achilles set a trap here. Still, that's not going to stop me.

Setting down, I immediately spot the remains of a crashed and burnt jeep, but upon further inspection I fail to find any corpses. Determined to locate some kind of evidence, I venture further into the forest, which quickly turns to swampland.

A woman's laughter echoes behind me. Could this be the trap? I ponder as I whip around toward the source of the surreal sound. There, in the pale moonlight, amidst the moss covered trees was indeed a woman, and she wanted me to follow her.

She takes me to a thin veil of vines under a large fallen tree that has created a natural archway. Beyond the green mess I can see movement and activity. It doesn't take my curiosity long to get the better of me after the woman passes through the gateway. Cautiously, I make the plunge.

The dark swamp is now a resort, with people everywhere, lounging about and in the many clear watered pools. Something is off. A sinister presence becomes apparent as several of the 'guests' and the woman from before slowly circle around me, moving ever closer.

Shaking my pitchfork at them, I shout, "What have you done with him! Where's Crazy To--" Lethargy strikes me as I feel a sharp prick on my neck. The swamp-woman is biting me, and there's nothing I can do about it. I feel drained, helpless, but it doesn't hurt. . . No. . it actually. . . feels kinda. . . go--NO! With a burst of will, I right myself and try to shake her off, but the other guests take their bites, too. . . latching onto my flesh. . . I really am helpless. . . aren't I. . ?

No. . . My struggle is weaker this time, and last only a moment. The power they have over me is remarkable. Most of me wants to give in and enjoy my demise, and the part that wants to fight, to live, is quickly fading. . .

I die, willingly.

My later dreams were typical 'forgetting to go to class and having work build up' and like sillinesses. (I missed two classes by my logic professor, Leah Savion.) Earlier I had a bunch of epic dreams. At one point my face looked like my friend Brienne's, and I was at a dinner table trying to avoid someone who was trying to marry me or somesuch. So I took off some headdress-veil and my face became longer and more masculine (like my real-life face). I didn't, however, identify the faces as belonging to Brienne or myself in the dream; that's how they look to me in retrospect.