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I am at a party. There are half naked women making out. I find this a little odd, and annoying for some reason. I leave and go outside. I am a futuristic city.

There are couple dressed oddly making out. One is a huge Samoan man in a green dress, and a little White woman. Air cars fly by... some strange alien creature hops past and grins at me...

Okay... Am I dreaming?

I pinch my nose shut, yet I can breathe.[COLOR="blue"] I am dreaming.
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[COLOR="blue"]Of course I am dreaming! Of course I am dreaming! I fly up into the sky. I am above the ocean. Hmm... what should I do next? Aha! I am going to fly to Angel and visit her in a dream! I fly toward the horizon. There is a beautiful storm cloud about to rain in front of me, lit up by the setting sun. It is amazingly detailed, orange, blue, grey, white, pink... Wait, I am flying west. I should be flying east to her in Florida. Okay...

I turn around and fly the other way. The storm is in front of me. DOH. This storm is in my way!

I look up. I see a hole in the sky forming above me. Oh, right, well, nothing between me and the Moon. I'll fly there and see if I can meet Raven. No, not fly. That will take too long. I can teleport. I can teleport! Right. I can teleport to Angel. I close my eyes and think of my girlfriend. I open them. [/COLOR]

I am in bed. Awake. DOH! :doh:

I am super excited this morning to share that I've had a DILD, my first one since joining the forums! What's very interesting is how this LD came about, I'll give what I recall from the series of dreams that led to it here:

The first dream was a long, brutal one - I was held captive in a maximum-security prison that was also a ship, but I knew I was innocent. I recall a couple of scary, brutally realistic scenes including one where a guard held a gun at me and told me to "start counting" bc they wanted to make sure I wasn't harmful. Luckily, he didn't shoot. (Thinking back, it would have ruined everything if he did!)

I found an audio device on this ship, from which I was able to send a message to someone that would help me escape. From there I don't really recall how it happened, but we broke free and got to land to run for our lives.

Just as I was escaping, BOOM - I woke up.. Or did I? I thought I had woken up, but then I was talking to someone who I couldn't see bc it was totally dark. I said, "I am going back under" kinda Inception-style..

As I "went back under," another dream formed where I was on a ship that looked like a bus steering toward a larger cruiseliner-sized ship. I guess the false awakening had triggered the logical part of my brain, bc it gave me inspiration to do an RC... Unfortunately, my right hand had 5 fingers. BUT, my left hand looked weird and had another tiny finger growing in front of my eyes out of my pinky - I really had failed an RC (the first time ever for me, since previously I gained lucidity randomly and just kept it moving) and I was LDing!

I rechecked both hands just to make sure - yup, it was a dream! I got excited that I had finally caught myself in a dream, but stayed calm enough to remain asleep. Once we got next to the cruise ship, I decided to explore and do what I want bc, hey it's my dream. I hopped onto the cruise ship and went into a door leading up some stairs, suddenly there were tons of dream characters around me. One asked me something about shoes, which I repeated back to her in an annoyed tone - I guess I felt a dream power trip! Since I was annoyed, I tried to slap a guy in front of me but my hand was slow so he backed away in time.

I got a little ambitious at this point, I could have just explored the dream to see what I'd find - but I wanted to know I was in complete control. So, of course, I wanted to try to have sex. I guess I got a little greedy bc the moment I found a beautiful dream woman and tried, I woke up..

However, I really just had another false awakening, where a friend's voice and another voice were talking about the sequence of events that happened to me, saying that I had to go thru a horrible experience (prison) to gain full freedom, awareness and awakening (escaping prison, false awakening and LD). I agreed, but I wanted more - I told them I was "going back under." Only this time, it turned out that I woke up - in real life.


I apologize for the length, I wanted to describe my LD even though it was a very short one. It happened after a couple of days where I've been doubting my ability to LD, now I'm back in action! I would analyze the dream, but I think it speaks for itself and I'm actually going back to sleep soon to try WILD. I can't even imagine 2 LD's in one week let alone one day, but you and I both know that we are damn sure going to try our hardest, me especially after my first LD in about 2 months!

Sweet dreams all!!

-DC

School starts back tomorrow. The summer sure does fly by!

Fragments:
Kristen has gone sort of loopy. Saying that she is a clone and lost herself in another plane of existence. I think she has been brainwashed by some boot camp she has gone to, so I vow to rescue her.

I get my ears pierced and spend the rest of the dream searching for earrings before the holes heal shut.

Trying to pick up a squirming goldfish.

Steven barges into my room and starts breaking things. I punch him in the face.

I am in my husband's office trying to tidy it up and keep finding little leather covers for cell phones and other gadgets. I am then in another office which I do not recognize from RL and cleaning out a low cupboard.

This is bad. Again today I didnt manage to keep still after waking up one single time at seven. My excuse this time is that my cycle was messed up and I was both excited and tired, of course because of Adam Lambert. But as im running out of excuses and my previous success is slowly fading away, I am staying positive. I truly believe DEILD is my key to becoming a dream god, as it fits me so well. But until I manage to keep still in the morning, results will be close to none. What scares me is when I try to focus on a technique like this one, my recall is completely crushed. In fact, the only thing I remember from last night is how Alex sent me a message about what he could put in his luggage. I look on my cell to find out that message was imaginary. Deceptive? Yes. But im keeping my hopes up. I thought that maybe by putting a sleep mask I could control my eyes being closed and focus on movement. But that would include revealing my LD attempts to my parents while putting my hopes in a technique that is far from proven. If only I could recall while practicing at least I would feel satisfied when waking up. That is not the case, however. Using MP3s looks very attractive, as well as vitamin B6 and 12. But until I become a full fledged, dream every night oneironaut pro kickass master, lucid dreaming will be kept far from anyone excluding me. The final countdown has begun. I have only 15 nights ahead of me before school begins again, and until then I must fly. Thats my goal. Until I reach that goal, I will double my efforts and literally LIVE THE DREAM. I will combine all the techniques I have learned and my hard work will prove successful. It has to. Otherwise it will just get harder after school begins. That is why I will put all the chances on my side by doing both DILD and DEILD. No time for WILD and I cant do MILD since I must keep my mantra for stayin still. Whats left? Hope is all thats left.

Countdown to school: 15 Nights

I am in my old childhood neighborhood in England. I am driving correctly on the left side of the road and realize that the road I am on has been changed since I was last there. There is a filter to go left but I want to go straight ahead. As I am in the filter lane, I illegally go straight ahead and am stopped by a female cop.

I am out of my car talking to the policewoman and thinking about how I can get myself out of getting a ticket. I look closely at her uniform and realize that it is strange looking. All the badges are very faded. It suddenly occurs to me that this is a fake cop and I walk away while she is talking and get in my car and drive away.

I should have known I was dreaming when I realized it was a fake cop.

i was being outcast by my friends. i had this pile of paper that i was going to light on fire and everyone was worried something bad would happen. so i decided to jump onto the pile which was suddenly a small island in the middle of this sewage, dark lake. the entire dream had a dark, dirty feel to it. i cant remember much.

i was at nancys house and trying to bake a cake. robert was there heating up food. i was looking at a mirror that opened up to search the internet, and i remember telling someone that you could go online with anything these days. monika showed up and everyone was surprised, she was dressed real nice. i talked to alli on the phone and mentioned seeing her and we had a good talk and she told me that she was seeing someone, that it had been so long, and i said that was okay. her sister was there along with another friend, at nancys, and it made me feel uncomfortable.
we went out to the pool and i was invisible, carson and monika were talking about me and how i could let go of anger so easily. monika said one time she came out to the pool and i was just floating there, on fire, and then all of a sudden my hair was wet. this realy shocked carson, they started to kiss. then i appeared and said i saw them. i said they could kiss if i could have sex with monika while they did it. i devided i couldnt do this and instead of kept pushing their heads underwater. then i drowned them. during this time i felt like i was invisible. i could see their bodies floating in the pool from up above and i went inside to where i had a son, he was asleep so i layed him on the couch and was going to lay with him so they would not think i drowned them, but instead i got up and went to the table. i picked up this device that had two scrolls hidden inside it, along with a key, and was shaped like a cross. I started walking down the street barefoot, to bury it. while i was doing this a narration was going on about how they had this all planned from the beginning. the scrolls read the truth of their lives, about how one of them was abandoned by her parents when she was young, etc..
i passed two kids [18yrs.]leading a group of younger boys[10yrs.], down the road. the young boys were repeating what the older boys were saying, it was a religious procession and they were dressed very nicely. they were chanting things i cannot remember but i chimed in something along the lines of 'to get a real life' and the young boys imitated it, which the older boys laughed at. at the back of the line were to quiete older clergy men, dressed as how the pope dressed. a white van drove past me with plants in the back and ran through a cast iron gate and then i remembered that either this was a dream that showed the perspectives of different people, [as if, i watch the van crash through the gate. then i am viewing things from the drivers perspective and he takes it to the next scene. then when he gets to the house i am watching it through the person who is at the house' perspective]. or that i recently had a dream which was that way and that this dream was melding into that one.
i bury the item with the hidden scrolls in it and think of how i know who is going to find it, a young girl that was in a previous dream i had. then i wake up.

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.