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03.02.2010

Cool Shades (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up numerous times this morning, but I was so tired I went straight back to sleep and had some sweet dreams. Three of these, I became lucid in, and the fourth was just exhilerating (although non-lucid). Since I'm writing this over 24hrs after having the dreams, all I can remember are the lucid parts.

I was crossing a busy street beside a roundabout in quite a picturesque town. There was a park on the other side I wanted to go to. As I stepped off the kerb (which was quite high) I noticed that the impact of my foot hitting the road wasn't as hard as I expected. In fact, it was like I floated a bit. I checked my left hand, and it had so many fingers it looked like an old-fashioned hand fan. Maybe the most ridiculous my hand has ever looked! I chuckled to myself and floated across the road a few feet off the ground. I stopped before reaching the other side, and had to do a swimming motion with my arms to get to the kerb.

I floated into the park. It had three or four levels. As I went farther in, the levels got lower. There were people subathing on deck chairs on every level. Apparently the park had been designed to take advantage of the sun's position in the sky throughout the day, to get maximum sunlight. I floated 10-15 metres above the sunbathers. Looking down, I could see that each level of the park had a huge trampoline. This reassured me- I was getting to a height above which I always get nervous. I spotted one female sunbather, reclining on a lounger. She was wearing an awesome pair of sunglasses. I wanted them. I held out my arm and plucked them off her face with telekenisis from far above. They had black lenses and big orange/black plastic frames. I put them on and swooped off.



I think I was woken up again here.

02.02.2010

It's a Strange World (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I tried a WILD in the early afternoon because I was knackered from getting up way too early. I ended up just falling asleep normally though, but I got some rolling sensations later on.

I got up from my bed and started having a conversation with my friend Jamie, who was pacing up and down in my room for some reason. I turned towards the window, and got the strange impression that he was going to attack me. I also got very dizzy out of the blue. Something didn't seem quite right, so I thought for a second, then realised this must be a dream! Right away everything started to fade out. I don't know what happened. I wasn't excited enough to wake myself up, but I did anyway.

Later on, I dreamt that I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, trying to DEILD. Little did I know I was actually still properly asleep. I could see a computer screen through my eyelids, but I convinced myself I had just looked at it in real life and now I was just recalling it. At one point I opened my eyes a crack, and saw the screen much clearer. (Although I thought it was real life) If I had just gone with that I would have had a sweet lucid, but no such luck.

EDIT: I've been on a bit of a dry spell lately and my DJ is gathering virtual dust, so I might type up a couple of weird lucid/OBE's I had about a year ago- the ones which caused me to find this site.

29.01.2010

Vampire Invasion (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was a really long dream where I gained and lost lucidity five or six times. Unfortunately I can only remember fragments.

A meeting was called between all the people in a town to discuss what to do about vampires, who were growing in number in the area. Most of the group was made up of militant rednecks, shouting "Yee-haw" and firing off shotguns. Eventually the decision was made that we should go to war with them. On the way out of the building, everyone was having their picture taken and retinas scanned, to make ID cards. I was next in the queue, but people kept taking my place. When I finally got to the machine, I entered my name. Then another guy came along and had his picture taken. The machine had recorded that I was an overweight hillbilly wearing nothing but dungarees. When I was the last one in the room, I tried again, but the operator thought everyone was done, so he put the camera away. I yelled at him and thought,
"This is ridiculous." I became lucid. I can't remember much of what I did next, but I have memories of running outside and getting laid into some vampires. I tore off jaws, decapitated, and punched clean through a whole crowd of them. One sick sight I came across was a naked guy strapped to a cart. Somebody had bitten his dick off, and a vampire woman was pushing him around the streets as a free meal for any vampires. Needless to say, I opened up a can of whoopass on her.

Later on, I found out about a group of women who had pimped out a bus and were going around killing vampires. They called themselves something like "Women Against Vampires", I can't remember it exactly. I stood in the middle of the road as their bus approached me. I had to jump out of the way to avoid being hit, and became lucid again. I ran behind the bus and jumped straight up on top of it. From there, I beat the shit out of several vampires who leapt on board as the bus was still going.

There was much, much more to this, but I can't remember it!

29.01.2010

Flying Cars and Warm Sun (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was woken up early this morning by an alarm I don't remember setting, felt hungover to the max, so went back to sleep. Say what you like about hangovers, but they're prime time for lucidity!

Me and about three friends were visiting a city in America. In appearance, it looked a lot like Paris, with old-ish but fashionable buildings and a tram line running along the street. We all sat down for a drink at a white table and chairs at the side of the road. Looking to my right, I could see all the way down to the sea. We were quite high up. I noticed what appeared to be a space research centre a few miles away. Attatched to the outside was a spaceship simulator. It was grey, futuristic and lifesize. Suddenly, the simulation began. It started rocking about and going from side to side. I turned to the table and said,
"That's the most awesome thing I've ever seen." Next, a blue car flew up into the air from near the space centre. It was not unlike the car from the second Harry Potter movie, but I couldn't see it very well from the distance I was at.
"Scratch that," I said. "That's the most awesome thing I've ever seen!" It flew off into the distance as I tried to rationalise it. I started talking about the Moller Skycar, and assumed that must be one of them.

A train soon came along the track beside us. I was expecting a tram, but I was even more surprised to see that every so often, the entire train would lift off the ground and float for a few metres, before landing back on the track. I got curious, and then lucid. I stood up and floated myself up onto the railing beside the table.
"So what was that all about?" I asked the table, half laughing. Nobody answered, and I quickly forgot about them, becoming absorbed in floating between walls and fences as I made my way downhill. I noticed that, hungover as I was, I felt fine in the dream. I looked out towards the sea, and decided I wanted to get down there. I thought about just launching myself, but I didn't feel up to the extreme falling sensation that always comes with it. So I glided my way down the hill, which soon became sand dunes. I hit the ground running (literally), and ran the rest of the way down the dunes like I used to do when I was a kid at the beach. I looked up at the sun, and could really feel its warmth. I turned around, and for the first time in a dream, noticed my shadow. The scene was beautiful. On the beach were tall brown rocks, on which some people had laid out towels to sunbathe on. I headed for the shore, and a woman on my left caught my attention.
"Do you want to have sex with me?" she asked.
"Mmmmm, naaah," I replied after some thought. It seemed like a waste of a lucid. I wandered into an arrangement of rocks which was shaped almost like a house, and started talking to some people inside. I think I lost lucidity around here, because I spent ages trying to help a DC with his phone instead of doing something interesting.



Then I was woken up by some jackass ringing me about "payment insurance protection" or some bullshit like that.

28.01.2010

Forgotten DEILD (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

this morning, I remember doing a DEILD. However, I can't remember the dream itself! I was lying on my left side, visualising a dreamscape I had just left- a grassy gnoll near my dad's house.

I was comfortably in the stage where I was actually "seeing" the scene rather than just imagining it, and I thought to myself,
"Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about," before my memory goes blank.


Warning: tangent...

This got me thinking about how the brain creates our reality. Now I'm no neuroscientist, but that doesn't stop me hypothesizing! When we see things, sensory information is sent from the eye to the brain, where the brain processes it all, allowing us to "see". But when we are recieving little/no sensory input (ie during sleep), surely the brain can still do its processing? In fact, I think the senses are not completely essential for the creation of a reality by the brain. When I was trying to DEILD, it felt like I was "seeing". Of course, my real eyes weren't involved at all, the scene was created from my imagination. The brain will still be firing the same neurons, doing the same processing as it would if it was getting the input from my eyes rather than my imagination. I highly doubt this is making any sense at all, hopefully someone knows what I'm getting at, even if I can't word it...

I guess my concluding thought would be: how different are dreams from reality? A quotation from Morpheus springs to mind,
"If real is what you can feel, smell, taste and see, then 'real' is simply electrical signals interpreted by your brain."

27.01.2010

Riding the SP Train... and sex (WBTB)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My bedroom was freezing cold this morning, so I wore pyjamas and a dressing gown and wrapped myself up like a sausage roll in extra blankets.

It couldn't have taken me more than 15 minutes to get to a SP stage. Nearly right away, it felt like my torso was rising out of my body to the right. It felt bizzare. I then had the sensation of rolling to the right. I expected to hit my desk, but no such impact came, and I laughed (more of a squeak) because it was so fun. Thinking about it, I don't know if the laugh was real, or I laughed when already in a dream, it's hard to make distinctions in that state.

I sat up to find myself in an old four-poster bed. The frame and posts were very dark wood, and contrasted greatly with the bright white bedsheets. Down at the other end of the bed was a girl. I think I knew her, but I straight up can't remember who she was. We had sex anyway. Halfway through, she changed into a girl I know called Emma.

One of the times when I closed my eyes without thinking, opened them to find myself in a swirling blackness. A song started to play. It was "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks, quite a catchy song. The next place I ended up was a restaurant/bar/supermarket. There were small circular tables in booths at one side of the room, and a grocery section at the other. My memory of this part is hazy, I think I started talking to a bouncer. Soon the swirling black descended again, and the music returned. It was blasting the chorus now, absolutely roaring - like when you have headphones turned all the way to the max. My thoughts turned to where I was going next. I remembered the task of the month, which was to have a glass of champagne, so I concentrated on going back to that bar/supermarket. I was there almost right away, and I wasted no time in dashing into the drink section, uncorking a bottle of champagne with my teeth and pouring a glass. I reached into the back of a shelf and pulled out a plastic champagne glass. I drank it in two gulps, noting that it had no real taste, then tried to drain the bottle. Unfortunately, as I closed my eyes I had a (possibly false) awakening.



I honestly don't know for sure if I woke up, but I'm pretty sure it was the real deal, as I felt real tiredness. I closed my eyes again and SP came on in no more than 30 seconds. It felt like I was rocking from side to side, so I opened my eyes a crack and saw the celing. After I closed them again, I began to spin rapidly to my right. It was like being on the end of a giant drill.

I was standing in the street where I used to live with my friend Hugh. It was a bright sunny day and I was wearing a yellow t-shirt. Hugh said something I didn't understand, so I replied with,
"This is a dream, weird eh?" He looked at me suspiciously, so to prove to him the nature of this reality, I took a running jump off a kerb. I sailed down the street a bit, and when I landed, I intentionally slid along the ground as if I was wearing roller blades. In real life I used to roller blade there all the time, but I was never very good. I snaked back up the street toward him, doing jumps and spins whenever possible.

As I got closer, I saw a girl in the distance on a bicycle. I recognised her as a friend-of-a-friend from university. I slipped and fell on my front, and by the time I stood up again, I had ripped off all my clothes. She led me into a field and we got in on in the open air.

EDIT: I remember having a few more FAs, where I looked at my hand. One time I had no fingers at all!

27.01.2010

Missed Opportunity! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This dream was long and detailed, but I don't have a lot of time, so I can't write it all out. One part which stood out for me was the most ridiculous way I've missed becoming lucid ever.


Idiot

My dad was giving me a lift to my friend Hugh's house, which is about a 15 minute drive away. He somehow got there after 30 seconds, having only turned two corners and gone via a town 60 miles away. Later in the dream, I was telling some friends about the ride,
"It was amazing, like magic or something!" I laughed. My own stupidity astounds me...

25.01.2010

30-Seconder (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been going through a mega dry spell lately, so today I decided to kick-start myself and get up way earlier than usual. I went back to bed at about 12:30pm for a WILD.

I lay on my back for a long while, I couldn't tell how long, then switched to my left side which was much more comfortable and conducive to sleep.

I eventually had a hazy FA, as if I had been sleeping with my head in my hands on a stool in my bodroom. My mum called me from downstairs and asked if I would come down. What struck me as weird was her saying,
"Don't worry, send me a message if you're close to getting into a dream!" This would of course be impossible, so I looked at my hand to see about seven fingers. I was ecstatic to have broken my dry spell. The clarity wasn't great, and for some reason my body was stuck in the same fetal position I had fallen asleep in. I tried to stand up straight but fell over to my left onto a TV which isn't usually there. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine being somewhere else. Something I always worry about when closing my eyes in a dream is that it seems too close to having my real eyes closed in bed and it might remind me of my actual body, thus waking me up.

I had a FA where I was half-asleep. I thought it might have been for real, but when I moved my leg, it seemed to be on top of my desk, moving items and loose change around. This would have meant that I had my head at the other end of the bed, so I recognised it as a dream. I woke up soon after from thinking about my real body too much.

EDIT: 50th LD!

23.01.2010

American Football (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I found myself in a huge changing room full of guys putting on all the padding and stuff they wear for American Football. Suddenly, the gear was being forced on me by somebody. I protested that I would get snapped like a twig (I'm a lanky fellow) in any contact sport, but they didn't listen. The stuff I put on was a lot more like ice-hockey gear than I expected- there was extensive leg padding.



Soon, the entire team lined up in front of the changing room doors, and filed through into what appeared to be a hall in a leisure centre. I had been expecting a stadium, or at least a field, but there was just a wooden floor and a really high celing. Somebody took out a ball and started throwing it about. An improvised game developed, where whoever had the ball was mauled by everyone around him, unless he could pass the ball to somebody else. I could barely see what was going on due to the helmet, and my mobility was so bad because of the padding that when the ball came to me, it was like being hit by like six trucks from all directions. This happened a few times before I realised I wasn't actually getting hurt, or even feeling any pain. The old me might have become lucid here, but I'm out of practice! I became more confident, and called out for the ball whenever I could. I knew in my head when somebody was about to pass to me, and knew that I would be able to pull off some great skill from now on. It was a strange sort of knowledge, like I knew the story of this dream (say I had read it before or something), and now I was just acting it out. One throw which came to me, I caught behind my back and threw it on before anyone realised what was happening. Good times.

Later on in the dream, we folded away one of the hall's walls to combine it with a neighboring hall and make one giant room. The other hall had previously been used as a supermarket for some reason, but the only section left was the drink section. I slid around (the floor was really smooth) and picked up a pack of Budweiser. I don't think I ever got a chance to drink it though.

23.01.2010

Rihanna Plays Halo 2 (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID



I was in my old caravan, playing Halo 2 on my old Xbox. My brothers were sitting around me. Althought I can barely remember Halo 2, my mind recreated it quite faithfully. It was definately a bit harder to play than its sequel. I was pwning away, when I looked to my right to see Rihanna walking up the steps and into the caravan. I greeted her and asked if she wanted to join in. If I had been lucid, my offer would have been very different! lol She sat down and took a spare controller.

The next thing I knew, hordes of paparazzi were banging on the window, and a huge searchlight was glaring through the blinds. It was disrupting my view of the game, so I closed the curtains. Unfortunately it was so bright it even shone through that.

The next thing I remember, I was actually in the game, physically playing from first person perspective. I went in for a few melee attacks, and physically moved my own arm to do so. Since I had complete control over my own body, I was punching the other players much more accurately. I frequently went for the nose or groin for maximum ownage. Rihanna was playing shit.

21.01.2010

Stacey's Mom (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I've been way off my game lately, both in regard to journaling and lucid dreaming in general. An email I got today confirming the dispatch of my book got me back in the mood, so here I am!

I was upstairs on a double decker bus (dreamsign!) but I didn't become lucid right away. Some of my friends were sitting around in seats in front of me, and there was music playing. I can't remember the song, but it was definately in the genre of "Rock". The bus took a sharp turn onto a steep hill and picked up speed. Looking out the big window at the front, I was reminded of a dream I had a few nights ago, where I was riding a charging buffalo. It went insanely fast, and I noted that I had the same perception of excessive speed right now as I had then. As the bus went even faster, the top deck swayed a bit, and I began to question reality. I was lucid, but I felt like I wasn't lucid enough. Like I wasn't completely "there". To reinforce myself, I did the hand reality check, but it didn't have the usual effect of surprising me into consciousness. It was a strange state of mind, to know that this wasn't real, but not being able to bring my waking mind to operational level in the dream. I suppose I'm out of practice. The song that had been playing went into a lower-intensity section, where just the main beat could be heard. I noticed that the beat could be used to exactly fit in the intro from "Stacey's Mom", by Fountains of Wayne. You know that part at the start where it just repeats, "Stacey's mom, has got it goin' on". I started singing it, and the whole bus picked it up and sang along. I made a mental note to see if such a mix existed in real life and download it, but when I remembered about the dream later in the day, I couldn't figure out what the original song had been.

11.01.2010

Floating on Air (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

This was an odd one. I'll say semi-lucid.

I had just "woken up" from a lucid dream. I can't remember if it was actually a lucid dream or my subconscious had just planted that in my mind to be part of the dream plot. Anyway, I woke up in a very modern, open-plan house. Most of the walls had huge windows in them, or were just made of glass. There was a garden with palm trees outside, and it was night time. I thought about what a sweet dream I had just finished, and thought about trying to carry over the ability of flight into the real world. I wandered throughout the downstairs of the house, up and down small steps, gliding and floating a bit. I thought it wasn't as good as I had been doing in the dream, but I was doing some definite levitation. Strange how this didn't turn me properly lucid!

09.01.2010

Wreaking General Havok (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

WILDed my ass off today! There were about ten to fifteen short LD's, where I accomplished some good stuff.

The first thing I remember is being in a situation I didn't want to be. I'm not quite sure what it was, but I thought about myself lying in bed for a second, then rolling to my right. I imagined that once I stopped rolling, I would be where I wanted to be. I rolled very fast, so fast I was rolling about three revolutions per second. When I stopped, I wasn't in the place I planned, but what looked like a fancy hotel restaurant. There was a bar, and lots of brown settees, where suited-up dudes sat around talking. I reckoned it was like a school formal. I looked down at myself, and found I too was wearing a suit. I levitated, and floated down some stairs to see what was going on in a certain seating area. I saw a group of people I know form school, and said hello. I made some brilliant double entendre to the good-looking girl among them and they all laughed. I sat down among them, and noticed that the good-looking girl had an exact clone sitting nearby. I mouthed the words,
"Thank you," at the sky and put my arms round them both. I was in mid sentence when an authoritarian-looking woman with short, black hair came along. She said,
"Any clones of normal people better get the hell out of here quick!" Then she peered round the room I was in. I stuffed the girl under my right arm under my seat and tried to look innocent. The woman's eyes passed over my position. When she had gone, I brought the girl out again.



I had lots of false awakenings in this dream that were all either in my house, or my dad's house, where I actually was. One time when I woke up in my dad's house, I decided to try one of my goals- "pull down a skyscraper with telekenisis". I knew there were no tall buildings anywhere near my dad's house, but I wanted a second opinion. So, I went to the top of the stairs, hopped off and glided to the bottom, stepping straight into the living room. My dad was watching TV. I sat down opposite him and asked,
"Do you know if there's any skyscrapers nearby?" He looked at me like I was insane, and everything faded.

During one false awakening, I'm sure I was able to tell what was on TV downstairs. I knew my youngest brother was watching the Disney Channel while I was asleep, and had I been awake, I could probably just about hear it from the bedroom. I heard what I deduced to be Hannah Montana on TV. In the dream, I went downstairs to have a look. When I looked at the TV, the sound of Hannah Montana continued, but the picture was showing something totally different. It looked like a kind of Asian festival in progress through some streets. The picture quality was poor, and it looked like an old home video.

In another FA, I was in my own house. I "woke up" on the settee in the living room, and went straight to the mirror above the fireplace to have a look at my reflection. It was basically normal, even when I remembered about last time when it turned horrible. There was a bit of distortion around my chin, but it wasn't far off what I actually look like. I thought for a second, and remembered another dream goal, which was to "wreak general havok". With that in mind, I ran full speed at the living room window, and did a headbutt-dive through it, out into the street. I flew quickly down the street, uprooting trees and snapping lampposts, then using the huge sticks of metal to demolish a house. For some reason an electricity box in the street caught my attention. I landed to look at the diagram pasted on its front. It seemed to be a blueprint for a Death Star-type installation. It was a spherical, planet-sized energy collector. Apparently, it was supposed to take in radiation from solar flares and use it for electricity and ammunition. It all made sense in the diagram, which I might draw.


Got this online. It's not what I saw, but the same idea.

I became kind of involved in this storyline. I saw some aliens in a lab inside the radiation collector. They were the "elders" of their civilisation. They kept repeating two words over and over. The first was the name of their species. It sounded like "Romanon". The second word, I can't remember, but it had a meaning of something between regret and humility. It might have begun with "m".

In another FA, I dreamt that I was woken up by a phonecall I was expecting at some stage that day. My mobile phone rang on the bedside table. It was Dave. I answered it, and placed it on the side of my head, so I wouldn't have to make any effort to hold it in position. I was vaguely murmuring replies to what Dave asked me, but I felt like I was dropping off. I then remembered I was meant to be talking on the phone, so I said,
"Sorry, are you still there?" Weirdly, I actually said this out loud, and it woke me up for real. I was confused for a second when I found I wasn't really on the phone.

08.01.2010

Memories? (WILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Last night I decided it might be cool to try and use lucid dreaming to access some old/forgotten memories, so I gave it a go this morning.

After a while of lying still and semi-dozing, I felt like my body was lifted and rolled to the right. At the time, I wasn't sure if it was a hallucination or my body was moving of its own accord, it was that realistic.

I found myself in some sort of theatre. There was a long brown leather setee running round the outside of the audience area, which served as the only seating for people watching the performance, which apparently hadn't started yet. I was sitting right in the middle of the setee. I looked up to my left and saw the actor David Jason sitting in a box. He wasn't old, but about the same age as he was in "Only Fools and Horses". On my right was my friend Hugh. I turned to him and asked,
"Can you remember as far back as P1?"
"Not really," he said.
"Well I'm trying to use this dream to see if those memories are still in my head. Any idea how to do that?" He looked thoughtful for a second, then the lights dimmed and a spotlight appeared on the stage.
"Oh it's starting!" he said, which kind of ended the conversation. I turned to the stage, leaned back and sighed.

No luck this time!

07.01.2010

Knocking on the Door (Strangely Precognitive) :O (DEILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was having an extrememly lazy day with a huge lie-in. In early afternoon my mum came in and told me I would have to let her in when she got back (our front door is tempermental). I mumbled my assent and went back to sleep.

A while later, I was wandering around my old house, not doing anything in particular, when I heard the door knocking. I remembered what my mum had said earlier, but stayed asleep, assuming my brother was downstairs and he would get the door. The knocking continued, so I went to the door in my dream and opened it. No one was there. I looked round to the left of the door at the living room window. I saw my next-youngest brother peering in.
"Come inside," I said. He didn't seem to hear me, and kept looking at the window and door, thinking what to do. I decided I'd have to wake up and let in whoever was at my real door, as I could still hear knocking.

I went downstairs to find it was in fact the same brother I had dreamt about! Nice coincidence, what are the chances? I have three brothers, and I was expecting it to be my mum, but my dream showed me the real person. Well, one in four I suppose...

I've always thought (or at least hoped) that there were other possible levels of perception than the five senses - maybe only accessible through altered states of consciousness. Maybe an extension of awareness achieved through greater functioning of the five senses. Say for example, you could tell who was at the door based on tiny cause/effect actions started by that person, which eventually reach you. Maybe if you know them, the mind could fill in the blanks. Be it vibrations or whatever. But I'm getting totally off-topic, and of course this dream is in no way a suggestion that such abilities exist, just a fun coincidence! Interesting enough to make you think about it though.