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On a beach... Hanauma Bay... Is Cygnus here? Cygnus? Cygnus!

He's in a treehouse... ok.

I see a weird totem pole with an owl at the top.

Weird.

I climb it, and stand up on it. Cygnus?

A man appears.

I am not Cygnus. I am Mancon.

You are?

Well, I am his Dream Guide, but my name is Mancon.

Ok, this is confusing...

Anyway, I am Horus, I am Pueo, Owl God, Hawk God...

here I am to grant you... LUCIDITY.

Everything gets vivid and bright, and I fall down a wormhole into a black void.

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In a strange fictional town.

A well.... A strange bearded blue man with a blue head...

Are you Ian?

No, he's down there...

I go down the well.

What are you doing?

I am trying to find the Point at the End of the Universe! It's the smallest particle, and oldest particle in the universe.

Ah, I will go with you!

We fly through time and space, and find a tiny little black dot. We look at it closely.

The Progenitor, the Mother of All.

We witness the Big Bang, but more like an explosion of Life rushes past me.

I feel ecstatic and amazed.

end dream

ok this was my second night of journaling, I remembered way more... so much that I'll just give a brief overview. I'm not really sure which parts were part of the same dream cause I remember waking up a few times in between.

1) Remember smoking pot with a high school friend and then him taking me to a sports club in the town I grew up in. He has organized 2 sets of twins for us to have sex with and so we do but it's not an intense experience more like just a third person experience or something with no sensation. Later I remember us having had a meal and I had to do the dishes under an outside faucet. Then we leave and go to another part of town which is in another country - could have been India. Lots of kids crowd around us and an adult throws me in the back of the head with a rock, it doesn't hurt so I just let it pass. I walk down a corridor with two of my other school friends until we get to a certain point where the one leading tells the other friend that he can't come any further. I get the feeling we're going to a room where we can get crack. (all these friends are from my drug addicted teen years). I either wake up or can't remember anymore.

2) I travel from the same sports club with the 1st friend complaining how expensive that sports club is. My Father is there and this is the place (in my dream) where he hangs out so I feel like I'm dissing him and his friends.

3) I'm at my childhood home and lots of my extended family are there, at some point they are kicking a soccer ball around in the living room. I notice some other random kid form my high school years is also there. I notice that I am in my underwear so I grab a blanket and go to my parents room to sort out some clothing issues. My father is sleeping in his room and I try not to wake him. At some point I'm in the living room and I have an argument with my aunt about ADD. She says that rittalin is a good thing and I argue telling her that ADD kids are special and that they just can't fit in a classroom situation because they were never meant to, they were meant to be great explorers and hunters and fighter pilots (I really said that)

4) At some point I notice my brother in law has the same total 90 soccer boots as me and has a matching tracksuit

#953:
Date: July 20th, 2010
Length: 4 minutes

I'm at a friend's house (although it looks nothing like it does in real life), and just sort of sitting around in his room doing nothing. After a while, sitting on his bed, I look out a window to my right, at a sort of small garden. Suddenly, from the bottom of my line of vision to the outside, a creepy, demented-looking clown face rotates into view (eg, like a piece of paper that was flat on a table, then rotated until it was vertical). It freaks me out, but after a short moment, it disappears.

<Unsure about this part...> I think I spend the night there, sleeping on the same bed I was sitting on. I wake up in the morning, and look out the window, concerned that the clown face will appear again. It does, but once again it disappears. I wait a little, and it shows up again. I somehow come to the conclusion that it's just somebody blowing bubbles (...that look like clown faces...?), which is why the faces keep disappearing (popping). I feel relieved that it's not something worse.

At this point, I think I become somewhat lucid (though not extremely aware, either). I talk to my friend, and I think say something about this being a dream. Soon after, a kind of oval-shaped portal appears in one of the walls, and through I can see a beautiful coastline (I'm not sure if I was the one to create the portal or not). After talking a little more with my friend, I feel the dream starting to fade out, and I tell my friend that I need to leave quickly. I step through the portal, and find myself outside, under a beautiful blue sky, near the ocean. I walk down a sort of sand dune, and find myself on a sort of rocky beach. I look down at the water, and in some small, clear pools, I see tadpoles swimming around. Impressed with how vivid everything is, I keep walking and just looking around. I think the dream faded out after that, because I don't remember much else.



#954:
Date: July 21st, 2010
Length: 2 minutes

A pretty blurry, confused dream, can't recall that much from it.

I'm in some kind of building in a small, medieval town. Someone else is with me, I guess a friend. We've apparently just unleashed some kind of dangerous force, which is pursuing us (I can feel it right behind us, in the other room). We sprint out the building, which I think is on fire as we try to get out. Once outside, we realize that we have to leave the town quite soon, or risk getting killed. However, I seem to have one last thing to do, and head towards a small cathedral.

I step inside, and it looks more like a wooden barn than a cathedral. I don't quite recall what I did, but I accidentally summoned some sort of demon (it was described in text, somehow, as a "godless demon" or "nameless demon," or something like that). It seems enraged, and lunges towards me. I quickly run out of the cathedral, and I think it burns down, too. That's about all I remember.

Ok so this one is pretty pathetic really, my first night of trying to remember what I dreamed and journal it and this is all I got.

I dreamed about golf, I know right? I remember it was a fairly long dream I can remember waking up and remembering the whole dream working from the last thing I remember to the first thing that happened. I wake up and all I can remember is that I played golf.

I then proceeded to have a bunch of small dreams about remembering the first one (which I did't remember in the morning)

P.S. I'm really not that into golf anyway

Yesterday, I put my alarm clock to 6 o'clock.
I wake up, wash, eat breakfast, and zonk out again. I hear an alarm again. Look at the time. Wtf? 6 o'clock. Oh well, false awakening, I think. I go out of bed. Go to the washroom, wash my face, eat another (unsatisfying) breakfast, and then pass out AGAIN. Now guess what happened? I hear an alarm bell once more. I look at the time. 6 o'clock. What THE hell? I check my hands. Five fingers. Then, I pinch my nose. Can't breathe. Dang!

23.07.2010

SGO and Dream Recall (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Definitely, not one of my best nights!!! I only recalled three dreams, but mostly fragments.

Second:

I was on my computer, doing some SGO stuff. My IRC client appeared to be working badly. For some unknown reason, I removed myself from a channel managed with the bot Chip. I was not able to rejoin this channel or register on it again. For some reason I forgot the name of the channel. A guy asked me if his work improved.

The scenary changed and I was talking with my wife about how to recall dreams and spot dream sigs. My wife told me, "Black horses with green dots" I asked her why that, I did not recognize it as a dream sign. She told me that I always dreamed with green stuff. She mentioned something about food for her own recall.

Missed dream signs:
- My wife recalling a dream sign. She does never remember her dreams.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Head for a ToTY.

I dreamed that we had gone to visit some family friends. It was a small house, and a small family that lived in it. They were a middle aged, married couple with two kids, a son, about 12, and a daughter, who was about 10. We took an elevator to their apartment. I was with my family. We were all pretty excited, for some reason, talking quite lively and not a hint of horror or pain.
As the elevator started climbing, I saw the door through which we had entered the little enclosed box below, and was replaced by a concrete wall. On each floor, there was a separate door to get out of the elevator. But between the floors, there was nothing to see but solid concrete. Our acquaintances' house was on floor 13. Yes. Floor Number 13, the unlucky one. I didn't find that the least significant, however. I remember, on the wall between the 12th and the 13th floors, I saw a dried out, but still distinguishable red liquid, that ran either down from up, or up from down on the the wall between the two floors. It was technically a vertical, horribly noticeable column of red liquid that ran the entire length of the wall. I found that odd, but didn't ponder upon it too much. The electronic display on the top of the elevator displayed 13, and we slowed down to a halt. The elevators door creaked open, by itself. I didn't find that odd, either, disregarding it as modern technology. There was only one apartment on this floor. I could see a door made of brown, polished wood, with golden handles. There was a little golden plate on the top portion of the door, which marked the number of the apartment. Guess which? You got it right, Apartment 13.
I suddenly became aware of an unpleasant feeling. It was the oddest thing I had ever felt. It was as if the temperature had suddenly dropped to zero. As if by stomach was fighting to digest something particularly nasty. I felt weird. That was not all. I could also sense someone, or perhaps something, standing right behind me. Only, I couldn't see, hear, or feel it. But I was pretty sure that there WAS something, something more sinister than bad luck, that resided on this floor.
My family was still blissfully unaware of the situation we were in. They didn't detect the slightest bit of change, nothing. They just talked merrily, each absorbed in his or her own discussion. I rang the bell, hoping that it would be better if we came inside. We could hear someone's hasty footsteps inside, and then a more heavy set of feet coming towards the door. As I waited in apprehension, the sound got louder. Finally, I heard a soft click, and saw the handle turn.
I saw a middle aged man, dressed in a white shirt, faded blue jeans, black, highly polished boots, and red sweater. It was the middle of July. How THE hell can this man wear a sweater in such hot weather? Then again, it was not at all impossible given the chilly atmosphere around me. He was wearing a ring on his hand, a black diamond set in platinum. I could sense nothing weird, or nothing evil about this man. He looked, and felt normal.
He greeted us warmly, shaking hands with each of us. He then invited us to the living room, where a cozy fire was burning. Definitely odd. We all took seats around the room. I was sitting in a red, plush sofa. It was the softest thing I had ever sat on. Whoever this guy was, he sure was well-to-do. A few moments later, his wife, also middle-aged, came inside. She was wearing a black cocktail dress, with a beautiful red rose embedded on the top left of the dress, right above her bosom. She looked incredibly beautiful, far less than her age. She greeted us all warmly too, and sat down beside me. I found it extremely uncomfortable, even though I had no idea who this peculiar family was, or how we came to know them. The ladies started generally talking about well, ladies stuff, and the men started on about politics and work.
I was a little left out. The mother felt that, perhaps, for she called her two children to take me to their room and 'familiarize with me'. Only the brother came out. He was tall for his age, well built, and with a face that would be exquisitely handsome in a few years. He greeted me respectably, and then asked me to come to his room. I accepted the offer, having nothing better to do.
He led me through a small corridor. Towards the right, there was a door. It was all black, an odd choice for a kid's room. He opened the door, and led me inside.
As soon as I crossed the border of the the room, each and every nerve in my body screamed in protest. NO!, my instincts shouted. You have to get out of here, fast! Can't you feel it? This sense, this presence. Just get out of here. As soon as possible. Yes, my subconscious was probably right. I should have run like hell when I had the chance. But that would be rude, and bad manners was something neither me, nor my family could tolerate. Disregarding it all, again, as aftereffects of the horror movie I had watched last night, (I did remember the name of the movie in the dream, though, but forgot it upon wakening.) I gritted my teeth and moved inside.
The room was even more chilly than the rest of the house. I looked out of the tiny window on the wall opposite to the door, and was that it was raining. Yes, raining, in the middle of July, and in the middle of a desert. I didn't find that weird, too. (Props to my reality checking. -_-) The next thing I remember, I was playing a first person shooter game with the brother, whose name was, ironically, Max.



After a while, another person came in. It was the daughter. She looked exactly like the girl in the Silent Hill movie. Quiet, and threatening in a, well, quiet manner. There was something weird about that girl. She held out her hand for me to shake. I was a little hesitant, but I told my instincts to either nut up or shut up.
I shook her hand. It was as cold as ice, or colder. It was, rather, as cold as death. She was very pale, as if she hadn't seen daylight in years. She gives me a stare, a calculating stare. Rather annoyed, I go back to the game. Now, she is INSIDE the game! Wtf?
Big letters come up on the screen. 'Kill or be killed.' I get scared, and start shooting that girl. She avoids each and every one of my bullets. Max looks really worried. 'Now you've done it.', he says, and runs out of the room. I follow him. He screams out the whole story to his parents, who jump up in panic. I learnt that the daughter was haunted, and attacked people who offended her, sometimes killing them. The only way to get her to stop was to kill her within the game.
So we all go inside the game, where there is a forest. It was pitch black. The girl is flying at us out of thin air, scaring us to bits. We find shelter in a little room. There are heavy weapons and heavy armor inside.



Jackpot. I put on a futuristic black armor and take a sniper, and head out with a pistol in the other hand.



As soon as I open the door, I wake up.

23.07.2010

Dinos (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Definately, not one of my best nights!!! I only recalled three dreams, but mostly fragments.

First:

- Dinosaur eggs.
- Raising the eggs.
- I was taught how to.
- I was outdoors.
- It was sunny

Missed dream signs:
- Dinosaur eggs.

What I would have done if lucid:
- Look for men and teach them how to make fire.

I didn't record right when I woke up, so these are just fragments.

1- School Dance
I am getting into the backseat of my mom's minivan, and my dad is about to drive me to a dance that is apparently going on. My brother and sister are also in the car, sitting in the middle seats. At some point I had reached into my pocket and found a plastic baggy that had pot in it, and I didn't want anyone to know. As I pass my brother to get into the backseat, the plastic baggy crinkles very loudly, as if there is a microphone on it or something. My brother thinks it is food, and so he sticks out his hand as though he wants me to give him some. "It's just an empty wrapper," I tell him. When we get to the school, I enter into the foyer, and a faculty member is asking to check my pockets. I am relieved when I don't have to turn them out, but merely show him what is inside. I obviously leave the plastic baggy in and show him everything else. "Actually, I'm gonna need to see that pocket" he says, and before I can run out the door, he grabs me and I yell.
FYI, I don't smoke pot. Just a dream. lol

2- Killer Queen
I am at a piano, and the sheet music to Killer Queen is on the stand. My friend is next to me holding her own music as well. I begin to play the first chords, but someone behind me asks me to wait. I obey, and glance over at my friend's music. Instead of reading normally, it is reversed, like in a mirror. I ask her why it is like that, and she tells me it is a photocopy, and I accept the notion that everything that is photocopied comes out in a mirror version. This is all I remember, and I'm angry that I didn't recognize an obvious dream sign.

I was cleaning some seats. One was a toilet seat for a toilet that I had been using. I used a squirt of some detergent stuff from a spray bottle and wiped it up with a cloth. It hadn't been long since I washed the toilet seat last.
And then I proceeded to wash the car seats in my mum's car. I was driving it for some reason. But it was larger than usual. All the seats and dashboard and stuff were quite spaced out. I didn't end up cleaning it properly, and there were still some crumbs and stuff left on the passenger seat. Or on my seat, I don't quite remember whose.

So I was driving around and stuff. I think there was a large factory somewhere. I can't remember much else.

Edit: After I woke up I started falling back asleep, and managed to plunge into sleep paralysis. Unfortunately about one second after this, someone knocked on my door to talk to me >_>
Lol annoying xP

I was at my house with my sister, we were photographers in this dream taking pictures of some client. After taking those pictures I told them: "I have something to do, I'll be back later." I left my house and began walking down the street, when I left I could tell that it was about two in the afternoon by the position of the sun. But when I turned the next corner the dream suddenly turned to night. This is when I realized I was in a dream.
I looked at my hands to stabilize my lucidity, but it was very difficult to see any details on my hands because of the lighting in the dream. I'd say it was about midnight by how dark it was outside. I was able to make out my knuckles and a few of the veins that are on the back of my hands but that's about it. I decided to start off by taking it slow and just go for a walk. So I'm walking down the sidewalk and see there's an overgrown tree with branches bending onto the sidewalk. I decide to use some dream magic and blast the branches out of my way with a lightning bolt But when I try to shoot the lightning bolt my dream environment flickers, I perceived this as a destabilization of my dream so I decided I wouldn't be doing that again Walking under the branches I took a right at the next intersection, and looked at the street light on the end of the block. I told myself I was going to jump to that street light in a single bound (but what I really wanted to do was fly, though I wanted to take things slow), so with all my strength I leaped into the air. I started heading straight up, hundreds of feet into the air. This is when my dream faded out, I kept my cool and looked at my hands to stabilize it, but I couldn't see my hands all I saw was the black void. In a last ditch effort I began to dream spin while repeating to myself: "I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming..." This worked perfectly and I found myself back on the street where I had first taken flight. Walking along i decided to stroll through some backyards, I peered into the window of one of the houses I was walking past; inside I saw some cool paintings, so I went inside for a closer look. Looking at the paintings I heard somebody walk in through the front door, I quickly found a hiding spot. Then I thought to myself: "What am I doing? This is my dream, so this is my house." I come out of my hiding place, and the man is startled by me. He says that I'm a good hider and after that we talk about his paintings until I wake up.

The reason I think flying and shooting that lightning bolt destabilized my dream was that I wasn't able to sufficiently stabilize my dream with hand observation (due to the poor lighting in my dream), so next time I'm going to focus more on stabilization by finding a light source so I can effectively cement the dream in place.

I don’t really remember the first part too well, I kinda woke up sorta a bit and didn’t record…but at least I got this part.

So I think It had to do with this hospital of sorts and I was traveling/going to school somewhere. Not sure which cause both kinda happened. One scene is my friend nicole driving me to the airport with our other friend and they are laughing about something. This actually mimics one of my fears that they secretly make fun of me.

The other scene is in a classroom and I have to take a few math classes. Well the teacher I think is the ‘villian’ of the story (he/she didn’t do anything, but I just knew it). They teach the math using really colored charts and such. By the end of the class I end up…get this…trying to eat melted cheese when my boss (from real life) tries to end the class early and take the next one…

Yeah i really don't know what happened, even as i'm reading it...and it just happened this morning. i'm really trying to piece together the 'logic' of my dreams as a guide about DJ's suggested. i guess i failed this morning

I'm new here, I stumbled upon this site because I am seeking to understand my dreams more... I have dreams that are very vivid. I'm not sure if they are lucid... I have had dreams where recently deceased people that I cared about came to me to give me messages. Messages that I understood. One was confusing, and re-occuring, but once I understood what he was trying to tell me, it never happened again. I can elaborate on this more later. What puzzles me is I wonder if the person was really "in the dream." Was I really conversing with a dead person? Or was it just me, trying to understand?

I also have dreams where I'm in other realms, and I know that I'm in other realms. I know that I'm dreaming sometimes (and I learned tonight, that means I'm a lucid dreamer). I have dreams that have people in the plot that I'd rather not see. I try very hard to leave my past behind. The people in my dreams are not trying to hurt me....but it's hard to let go of the past when I have dreams that contain people from it. Anyways.....I need to start learning what I need to do, so I'm going to finish up this post. Peace.

1. My brother, dad, and I are at the animal shelter adopting a new cat. For some reason my brother empties his pockets, but all he has in them is a large and unwieldy knife-wallet hybrid with a combination lock. An Asian man grabs the lock and starts cracking it. He soon solves it and tries to leave, but I hook my finger in the lock and pull to make him stay. We struggle for a while and he calls me racist names, then pulls out a pistol. I then proceed to knock him out with my other hand and escape with the family.

2. I'm playing DDR in an arcade with some of my college friends. It only costs two tokens, but the machine has been modified to float and is very unstable on a pool of water. My friend Q starts to bash arrows on the machine, and I try to stop him from messing me up. I lose my balance, however, and fall into what turns out to be putrid water.

3. I am watching a Tupperware container with a hot dog and a bunch of Cincinnati chili. Suddenly the hot dog grows a tiny mouth and starts to eat the chili, eventually leaving the container spotless!

4. I can see my own aura, and it is green. Someone else (unintelligible notes) also sees it and comments.