The dream scene is an office building. The idea is that this is my first day of work at the accounting firm I'll be working for this upcoming fall. Someone shows me to my desk which is in this transitional hallway that is sloping downwards and to the left. I'm very excited to see my desk. To the left of it is another desk with a white piece of paper with red sharpie writing "coleman g." which is an old friend of mine. Further down is a desk with his sister's name on it. I forgot she actually works at the accounting firm. I sit down and there's now a boss next to me playing on a computer. I look and see it's actually a music program called Ableton that I use to create music. This excites me so I tell him that I use that program too. Coleman's sister shows me that she has it up on her computer too.
Before waking up, I had a hallucination of a train coming closer. The 'frame' of the train moving reset every second, snapping back to its original position, like in a time loop. A bit later, I learned I could manipulate time and push the train backwards (or make it drive back as time is reversed). I was standing in a street at a house my family used to live (not). The house was gone and replaced with other, newer houses. A more 'urban' area a bit further down the road (which I recalled had shops and businesses) was also gone and had been suburbanized. I was with my mom and dad, walking in a forest. We were following my grandpa, who was a good 100 feet in front of us. I suddenly realized he's supposed to be dead. I tell my dad this, who says he sensed grandfather's presence a few days earlier, and after he made a typical grandpa joke, he was sure it was him. We kept following him down the path, but the path and environment started to change. A forest became a burning horizon, and the dirt and leaves of the forest roads turned to smoldering embers. We were walking into Hell. I didn't think too much of it, though. I tried to use my phone camera to record our descent into Hell, which worked (to my surprise). We came up on two buildings. Big farmhouses, but they were old, abandoned and partially overgrown with creepy, unnatural vines. A feeling of intense evil emanated from those buildings. I followed grandpa into one of them. It started to dawn onto me that something wasn't right. There were things he couldn't know, but did (something involving melons on the ground, don't ask). But when he said something sinister in a devilishly evil voice (couldn't see him when this happened), we were all like 'yup, it isn't him', and we noped out of there immediately. What followed was an attempt to escape Hell the way we came. But the path on which we arrived was now covered in logs (?) and we had to climb over them. There was also a ceiling somehow, so we had to crawl through on our stomachs. I looked sideways and saw the demonic face of what used to be my grandfather looking at me. I tried to shield myself from it, as I think it had some kind of ranged attack. Then someone talked to me and said it was a scene from a scary movie. Still in the hellverse, at the end of a completely unrelated scene. Someone triggered something, causing demons to break out. I tried to escape to the other side of the map (it was a game) by using glitches and walking on top of walls. Once on the other side of the map (where I'd come from), I saw the demon approach me super fast. I realized it was rubberbanding and I wasn't supposed to run away from it. Instead of attacking me, it gives me something. Something with three colors (red, blue and green) that I was supposed to balance? A key? The next unrelated scene, still in Hell. We were exploring some kind of stone large structure. It looked like an altar, or temple. While exploring a dark room, people started vanishing. I felt an evil presence. We returned outside, to the altar/temple, which turned out to be some kind of huge teleportation stone, a gate between Hell and reality. We were all (dozens of people) gathered on the stone, and around it. I remember hanging from the stone, calling for help and being ignored, and eventually dropping down, walking around and climbing back onto the stone a bit further. Someone used their phone to call someone, and tell them to teleport them back to reality. A voice, representing Hell, answered and said it wasn't up to them to decide if we could leave or not. But then, people started vanishing in rapid succession. I was seeing in third person how I vanished as well. So I was gone, but 'still there'. I saw my family, as it used to be in the 'good old days' (including my younger self), and a voice said they were declared the winners (and cleared to leave Hell).
2018, 04-02 The Dark Tower – Jake’s Drawing I am in a forest. I am with a couple of other people. I am Arya. I am with two boys, although they look to be a bit older than I think I am. One of them I know as Gendry, the other one goes by unlikely name of Hot Pie. We are traveling through a forest, it is daytime out but underneath all of the trees it is somewhat dark. We seem to be having a disagreement about where we should be going. We finally decide to check on the road and see which way it is going. We have been avoiding the road to try to avoid trouble. We aren’t sure if someone might be after us. As we get closer to the road, we hear the sound of horses on it. We do not want to be seen. I look around and I see what looks like an abandoned house. That should be a good place to hide out. I tell the others that, but they don’t seem to believe me. Hot Pie seems to think he would be better off up a tree. Gendry looks up and decides that isn’t a good plan, so he finally decides to follow me to the house. Gendry and I sneak in through a broken door on the back. Gendry wants to know what we should do if the people on the road spot Hot Pie. I am not sure how to respond to that. I tell Gendry that maybe we can find some food left in the house. Gendry goes into what looks like it used to be a kitchen and starts looking through cabinets. I go through a different door and find what looks like once was a living room. I feel something land of my head. I reach up to get it off, and I discovered that it is a mutant tarantula that is about the size of a softball. I don’t get easily freaked out by spiders, but this one seems especially gross. I threw it to the ground in repulsion. I look around and see more of the spiders crawling along the floor and on the ceiling. I turn around and go back the way I came. I don’t know if those spiders might be venomous, so I don’t want to get bit. I go back into the kitchen where Gendry went. I have found the kitchen again, but Gendry is nowhere to be seen. I wonder where he could’ve gone? I look around the kitchen and then I go into the next room to see if Gendry continued exploring. I enter and I find a boy, but it is not Gendry. It is a young boy, he looks younger than Gendry. The boy stops short when he sees, and he asks who I am? I am not sure how to answer that. The boy says he hadn’t expected to find anyone else here. When I don’t respond, he says his name is Jake. I blurt out, are you there Jake looking for Roland of Gilead? He says yes, how did I know that? I look at my reflection in a dirty glass case. I am definitely still Arya. I tell Jake that I don’t think I’m really supposed to be here, but I will help if I can. I tell him my name is Arya since I figure he won’t know that name anyhow. We continue looking through the house. Jake is looking for a locked door which he has a key. A man enters from another room. He looks familiar, I realize that it is MoSh. He says we don’t want to go into the room he just left, it’s full of venomous snakes. Jake seems quite surprised at the situation, he hadn’t expected to find anyone here and it’s turning into a crowd. We continue down the hall and go through a door at the end of it. That door leads into a very large room. Just this room is larger than the abandoned house I walked into as Arya. It looks like it might be a ball room. There is a somewhat creepy wallpaper on all the walls of elves dancing. They may have been intended to be cute, but they’re really more disturbing. We cross the room to a pair of double doors on the other side. These doors lead to another hallway. At the end of the hall is a door with a bright shiny lock panel on it. Jake is certain that is the door he has the key for. As we enter the hallway, there is a loud noise behind us. We all turn around in time to see some kind of monster emerging from the wall. The wall itself seems to of come to life and it is now met a more for sizing into a strange creature. That’s strange creature looks a bit like an evil clown. There is an elf still on its forehead that seems to be actually dancing now. MoSh tells Jake to focus on getting through that door, we can keep the monster back. I wonder if he knows who I am? Apparently he seems to. The monster is now itself across the room on one huge malformed arm. MoSh has a pair guns look like Roland’s from the Dark Tower. I check my possessions and find out I have a sword. I hear Jake drop a curse and turned to look. Jake is now on the floor peering through a crack. I am about to ask what happened, but MoSh and I get distracted right away. The monster is throwing things at us. It is throwing debris in our direction. MoShs guns are firing small explosive rounds. Those are able to knock the flying junk right out of the air. A second arm is coming out of the floor right next to me. I turn the sword on it and all of the fingers off. I hazard to look back and I see that Jake talking on one of the boards in the floor then he suddenly stops and switches to the one next to it that Bork comes up easily. Jay reaches through and grabs. Apparently he dropped it. Now that he has the key again, Jake is down the hall and shoves the key into the lock on the door. The door swings open, and on the other side of the door there is only solid ground. MoSh tells me to look out, and I realized I cut hand has reformed and is reaching for me again. I use my sword and once again off all the fingers. I think that is pissing the thing off. I glance back down the hall and I see that the door is open now. Roland is coming through, though he briefly pauses when he sees MoSh and me. He motions to us to come and stay low. Both MoSh and I head down the hall, ducking low. Roland says to let it go now, and it looks like he throws something big and invisible down the hall. I feel the wind it passing over my head and it crashes directly into the monster coming into the hall behind us. Roland helps Jake climb through / up out of the door, then he looks at me but I just levitate through the door. MoSh is close behind me. Once we are all out the door slams shut behind us. The door was in the ground, which explains the confusion of direction as I came through. One minute I was floating forward and then I was hovering over the ground at a weird angle… It is also raining quite hard and the entire area is covered in mud. I see there is a circle of stones standing around us that looks like a smaller version of Stonehenge. The door we just came through dissolves into a drawing in the mud which washes out in the rain. But Jake has been brought through safely. Roland looks at MoSh and then at me. He says he hadn’t been expecting Jake to have a friend there… I am thinking of telling him who I am but before I can I see everything getting weird, like a scene in Assassin’s Creed. The scene falls apart and then reforms into the house I had been in with Gendry. Gendry comes through a door and asks where I disappeared to. I tell him I was looking through the house. Gendry says the horse riders have passed by and not noticed any of us, even that idiot Hot Pie perched in his tree. I follow Gendry back outside and then I wake up.
I was alone at first and I was working toward my team. My team of friends I became Lucid And I did a reality check to make sure I was lucid then I realised I was losing 100% lucid And then I realised I'm bad at Yemen well I had a group of friends but I really didn't like. One of them were close to me in the dream and we pu our heads together and we taught at once me and this dream character. It was for some kind of game but the game was stopped. Because of the bullies that came I wanted to fight them, but the dream character stopped me and said that what they want . He was the oldest one there I have stopped them and not make them do this to me anymore I'm stronger now.
I should have updated as I went along. Jamie 1 Just a flash of walking up to a screen door and Jamie was standing behind it smiling. Jamie 2 can't remember this right now. Just know she was in it. Sex dream With asuka... i think. Exploring with moe I was exploring an abandoned house with Moe. We came to a living room where an old piano was. He went and pressed a few keys. I asked him something but he didn't respond. (note: He never talks to me in dreams but always does nice things for me in dreams). I went to the piano after to play something but all the keys were like a computer keyboard instead... sleep paralysis Became aware in a semi WILD state. Could feel vibrations all around me. I tried to make them spin as fast as possible. I almost entered a couple of dreams I saw a wooden floor and a step like a saloon. I saw my hand go down as if I was falling over and couldn't feel it. Everything went black. This repeated a couple more times and I just couldn't enter a dream like I usually can in this state. Abandoned town Fa in an Abandoned house. I was with some people earlier in a house where I was following a woman with blond hair. We came cross steps that were broken and she was on the other side. I looked and couldn't see how she had crossed. Later I was on the top of the hill by an army base. A bunch of men in army uniforms were coming up to me. I tripped over something in from of them and help my other hand up in surrender. They put their guns to the side in surrender. They told me a group of people were living in the abandoned buildings who had to leave. Later I was with the group they wanted out who were like gypsies. I told them what the army men had said. They said The elders of their tribe had to be married before they could make a decision but they were both asleep. The whole tribe began doing a dance to initiate the marriage ritual even whike they were both asleep. They were put on high chairs and paraded around, some were laughing about it. More exploring. Another dream of exploring an abandoned house.
Updated 10-17-2018 at 03:35 AM by 6012
When I was eleven/twelve years old in 2004, I was in sixth grade and I knew this guy that I really liked! I was a very shy girl so I did not talk to him much but I remember things about him. At the end of the year when we graduated and went onto junior high (7th grade) he went to a different high school then me so we never saw each other again. In 2013 after having not seen or thought about him in ten years he suddenly popped into my dreams. The basis of the dreams I have had about him since are always romance.
Tonight, I slept from around 8 P M to 2 A M but then had insomnia until 4 or 5 A M. But then I slept another hour or two. In the first dreams, there was something with a guy on a train, holding me prisoner. There was a part when I had a fillet of salmon, and it fell on the floor. I didn't want to waste it, so I tried skinning the part off that touched the floor. It was near a cafeteria line. Then there was this part where I was at the food store. I had a job there. A customer rang up $7.33 worth of stuff (I remembered the number somehow!) and walked out. After a moment, I realized that he hadn't paid. The store had big windows looking out to the front parking lot, so I could see the license plate of the car he went to. I read the number out loud and kept repeating it out loud to myself as I chased after him. I was yelling to other people, "Stop that car!" followed by the license plate number. The store manager happened to be nearby in the parking lot and stopped the guy. He shook the guy's hand and started talking to him. He asked me,"Is that your husband?" I was like, "No, and I'm not gay, so I wouldn't have a husband." It really bugged me that the manager assumed I was gay. They kept telling me I was gay, and I said in as many ways as I could, "I'm straight. I like women." Etc. But it really bugged me. (I didn't know it was a dream.) Then there was F Z from a meeting and an older man who said he was Bi sexual. F Z zipped his jacket. I was like this whole thing is weird. I don't have any problems with you all being gay, but I am not. There is nothing wrong with being gay, but I am not. That was what I was saying to them in the dream. There were a lot of dreams up until the first time I woke up. Another was about time dilation. Like I experienced time dilation, "woke up" into a dream within a dream, and thought, "Oh, thats the time dilation they were talking about." Thinking I had woken up physically. Okay, then I had the insomnia. I listened to some audio and eventually got back to sleep. I dreamed a really vivid scene of seeing some autumn trees pass by out the front windshield of my Dad's van. I was like, wow, those reds and yellows and oranges won't be there forever. Better take a good look before they turn green. I had no idea it was a dream, and it was really Spring in waking life. In that van, my sister was some how sleeping in the roof panel of the van. But it wasn't latched secure, so I was afraid the whole thing would collapse on me. I was in the back seat, like when I was a kid. I thought of latching it. At one point her leg slipped down and her foot landed on my chest. I also remember being in my Aunt C's room and she had a coin collection. I was thinking if she would be mad if I took the quarters and used them as regular quarters. I was playing Pokemon T C G with my sister. It was a cool set of cards we had out. I had holographic fire, water (or ice) and maybe normal types. She had a normal type, but in the T C G that was dragon type, and it had an ice weakness. I didn't get to use my ice move in time and she defeated my Pokemon. I remember being kind of wowed at how cool the holograms were. Being in my Aunt C's room is probably the main dream sign that I didnd't notice. But it was funny because I also remember being surprised that my sister was visiting again, so soon. I remember having a sense that she was really here, not knowing it was a dream. There was also this part with the "gratitude guy". He had this whole system he came up with for gratitude that seemed like a great idea. Some other people and myself were on board. I forgot some of the details because after the insomnia, I was waking up from these dreams so exhausted. In fact, I even fell asleep with my voice recorder running, in the middle of recording one dream! I got the rest on the voice recorder though. That was just off the top of my head.
Im comming out of the water already knowing Im dreaming for some reason, I just felt it. I went on the beach and admired the view of the mountains. I was just looking at how good the details of everything were. Like just amazing. I went on the pavement next to the beach and in a clothing shop because I was all wet. I went inside and just saw the way everyone was minding his own business without me having to think. And the way they replied aswell. I bought a T-shirt but they didnt let me get a towel for some reason. I just went along with it. When I came outside it seemed that we went on a group excursion with school and I just walked trough the mountains with them for a few minutes. When we came tona porch I created a sort of gate or just chanved the scenerie idk and it worked. Im at a big castle (Here it went wrong) I decided to summon a sword and did so by "closing my eyes because it would be easier" when I opened them my actual eyes opened a bit aswell and farewell lucid dream. I think this was a MILD.
Morning of April 2, 2018. Monday. This dream renders a unique setting as always, a setting that has never featured in this specific way in any previous dream, which is a process to prevent associations with waking life to prevent false memory. In this case, it is primarily the Stadcor Street house in Brisbane (where we have not lived in years). However, upon seeing Zsuzsanna in the final segment, it is like the northeast room of the King Street mansion, where I have not been since the 1990s (and where Zsuzsanna has never been, never having been to America). Even so, it is on the opposite side of where the Stadcor Street bedroom actually was in respect to my dream’s layout. Additionally, my current conscious self identity is only partly extant. I go to look in the backyard for some reason. It seems to be late morning. I am aware that an unusual wind from the east (my right in my dream’s view) has brought a lot of fine white sand into our backyard. There are many shallow recesses in the yard that contain this fine white sand. I start to consider how unusual a feature this is. I study the area for several minutes. Looking off to my left, just beyond the driveway, I see a low embankment. Two very large turnip plants are growing. Only one has a visible turnip slightly above the ground. I consider if I should pull them up, as they seem fully grown, but I start to focus on the main backyard again. I notice an area of ground to my left where I realize the whiteness of the sand in that part of the yard may be caused by sunbeams. The area has a silvery glow. Still, the other areas really do contain the unusual fine sand. I decide to go into the house to tell Zsuzsanna about it and to describe the unusual wind that brought the sand into our backyard. When in the bedroom, I see Zsuzsanna sitting on the bed, facing me as I stand nearby. The closet of the northeast King Street mansion bedroom is visible near the end of the bed (though I am uncertain of whether it is the head or foot of the bed). As I stand, looking into the closet, I notice a very large slug crawling slowly up the wall. Its view is partly blocked for a time. I watch its optical and sensory tentacles move about. I continue to gaze at it as I also pull a snail from my right arm that had somehow also gotten stuck on my shirt sleeve, somehow making the shirt sleeve also stick to me. This event is distorted, as the shirt seems to have been hanging on a hook on the wall, with me not wearing it at the time and yet somehow also wearing it at the same time (a typical dream event that is impossible to resolve in conscious afterthought). There is a brief offset dream where I go back to the backyard and discover that the ground is now only with normal-colored dirt in the recesses. I am somewhat puzzled. I consider how short a time period that the event must have taken place for no traces of the other sand to remain. This is a sustained dream segment that is otherwise based on water lowering waking symbolism from an earlier dream. A short time ago, I happened to read the following: “Dreaming of sand may represent the border between the conscious (beach/land) and unconscious (ocean/water) minds.” I found this astounding because it is extremely rare to read anything about dreams from any public source that has an iota of truth on any level. However, it is more about the liminal space between dream self and conscious self, unrelated to waking life itself. This dream mostly centers around sleep recognition waking symbolism, which is somewhat of a misnomer as the inference is literal, not symbolic, and based on a subliminal realization that I am actually in bed and asleep. Obviously, the bed confirms this. Additionally, the turnips are autosymbolism for Zsuzsanna and I sleeping. Additionally, the snail and the slug are associated with moving slowly, a play on being sluggish or asleep. The confusion with the shirt relates to the fact that I am not dressed when I sleep. Once again, this dream had a prescient thread as many of my dreams do at one point or another (sometimes covering many years in advance which is inherently unfathomable), which is sometimes very frustrating as it often serves no useful purpose other than to convince me that most human minds work in a completely different way than mine. Another poster on the Dreamscloud website had posted an image of a slug (the image repeated three times) just before I was finishing this entry, despite the recognized autosymbolism of a slug representing vague threads of my conscious self identity (in being mostly inactive) in REM sleep.
I had a dream last night..! The first that I've remembered in a while..! It was more in bits though. I was myself, at home for a time, but then ran outside. I think I was running away from home, I remember hearing my parents call after me. But I continued to run away from my home. In the street, I was surrounded by a few young men (In their early 20's maybe?), and they grabbed me and started to pull me away from my home. They grabbed me by the arms, pulling me backwards along the street. I remember the police arrived on the scene, but the men were too fast and seemed to know exactly how to sneak away from the scene. I was locked up in a caravan, with a man. Then I woke up..!
I was supposed to take a test for a class in which I did not prepare. I was quickly trying to read my notes in the hallway and then entered a room. The room had computers lining the walls and desks in the middle. There were students filling both places taking the test. I thought I had a few more minutes so I was stalling, but then it was time to start so I did. Another dream I had this very crazy and interesting experience. There was something going on before the dream, I was in a place that looked like a skate park in the day time, but also some sort of classroom. There were five or six of us. My vision was third person mode, I was watching myself interact with these people. I'm not looking very happy and I'm walking around a bit weird. I'm acting weird altogether. At some point I think I look at myself directly, meaning the Grey I was watching decided to take a look back at me the observer. The dream turns and I'm not on this fun roller coaster that is going up and down, flying through many bright colors and scenes. It seemed to start in some sort of movie theater and then go further back into a cave. The ride was flying through lights and it seemed like I was controlling it a little bit. My hands were up as the coaster loops back around and I fall off the ride, hanging under it with my two hands hanging onto the cart. I was able to eventually get back up onto the ride. Later in the dream I'm on the back of a school bus of children looking at my forensics teacher in the face as he's telling me there's a danger but we can't tell anyone because it would freak everyone out. I had another dream about World of Warcraft where I'm in from of the auction house in Stormwind.
Not been able to sleep for such a long time, was time wasting. On the bright side might be a good start to a great job, on the bad side couldn't do much and the elven kid started to get more and more ideas as time went on in regards to my origins. Can't tell he was wrong, to some degree in the current dream body I am nothing more than a spirit or soul, and he thought ofm e as a kind of soul that was lost and was jumping from body to body searching for something. But whatever. From 24th to 29th march 2018
-1-There was a Miami sign in "Westchester", FL, which was about halfway down the western coast. It was snowing half-inch-size flakes ahead of a cloud bank that I saw to my west and southwest. All other parts of the sky were clear. Time of day was just after dusk (earlier on, it was daytime and cloudy). There was no wind that I remember. In front of me was a line of gravel garages built from logs. Beyond the line was a flat gravel lot, followed by woods. Then, I was watching an Accuweather video. Bernie Rayno motioned to the location of a Pacific system, and then to the Puget Sound area in Washington. He said, "This...is goin here. This is a--you're supposed to be a lucario. The approaching mass of water should support life." He was calling out the meteorologists in Washington for not doing their jobs properly. In a later scene, he pointed at the east coast of Florida and said "[...]I'm thinkin 8, 9 inches." Also, Florida was distorted on the map, being turned 60° counterclockwise. There was pizza at one point. -2-There was a white wolf next to me on a grassy hill. There were restrictions for something. It was sunny and there was a feeling of really wanting to do something.
Today I had my first lucid dream/out of body projection into a desired location - my home in Bangalore. Wall of text coming up. Keeping it succint, and the info useful and mainly discuss how I get into it, dream stabilisation techniques I used, and how I moved from one environment into another for those of you who want to get into what I feel is one of the most thrilling experiences of my life - being completely 'awake' and aware in dream world. It was a mixture of feelings of joy, accomplishment, elation, amazement, wonder to move from one completely 'real' and solid dream environment to another one in my Bangalore home (on a side note, I realise that I don't call it my parent's place, but Home). I started reading Jurgen Ziewe's Multidimensional Man yesterday. So that got me hankering for lucid dreaming again. I've also been a bit cut up about the fact that a lot of people count lucid dreaming, and OBE as separate, but Jurgen was clear that he felt they were both the same. This ties into the zeitgeist on the dream views forums where they class all lucidity in the dream world as lucid dreams, and not OBE's. As I felt that OBE's are out of body projections into consensus realities i.e. 'real' worlds, as opposed to dream worlds. Good to know someone Jurgen confirm they were the same. Then again, he can see his body in his dream in OBE, but probably wouldn't in a lucid dream - ahh, who knows. But we ramble, and somebody promised they wouldn't do that . My usual habit is to get back into lucid dreaming is to start dream journaling, but I hit upon a quicker more effective solution - I voice recorded my dream journal yesterday. It takes a few days of dream journaling to get into dream awareness to recall more than a few chunks of it. And that dream awareness making me recall more than a few chunks of it, also helps me more aware that I am dreaming in a dream, and allows me to get lucid. I had about an hour of pretty much continuous back to back lucid dreams, and whilst this was my longest stretch of lucids, it's also my usual pattern that I do get back to back lucids, around 3-4 of them at a time. Mainly because once I'm lucid in one dream world, I can retain that lucidity into the next 3-4 dream environments. I won't bore you with individual details of my dreams, but share what's relevant to those of you who want to try it. Mainly how I get lucid in a dream, and dream stabilisation techniques I was using and how I 'projected' to a different environment. Journaling makes me retain slightly more awareness in a dream world. I thought of making a song that says if I'm flying, in a strange place, outside my home, traveling, meeting friends, or FLYING, that I'm in a dream world. So it's basically flying that gets me to realise I'm in a dream world, or strange situations that I'm not supposed to be in, like Minnesota the last time around. So last night, I was flying in a dream, and showing off my flying skills, to people and realised, hey, I can only do this in a dream, and got lucid in the dream, but it dissolved. The next dream, ditto - realise I'm flying, so must be in a dream, but it dissolved. In my next dream, I find some tapestry before me and start feeling the intricacies in the tapestry, looking at them in fine detail, and I go in and out of lucidity though the dream stays relatively stable in that environment. I then do a cross brain (Psych-K) belief change posture in my dream, and change the belief that I can't stabilise a dream world, into a belief that I can stabilise a dream world. I'm then in a bed, where I wake up and step out of my bed, and it's a half formed, dark dream world, and I just keep my hands on the walls, and walk from room to room, up and down stairs, never taking my hands off the walls. And I'm able to extend lucidity for a fair bit. Then come a whole series of back to back fully lucid dreams for about the next 30-45 minutes. At the end of them, I think, okay, lets project to a different dream environment, and I think about my Bangalore home. I imagine the door, and how it would look like. I look down, and I see a part of the gate, and think it's part of the home, and then see the house and stumble into it. I'm so excited by this, instead of waiting to stand and look around, or see if I can meet my folks, I just try and 'project' into the next place I can think of, and the dream dissolves and I finally wake up. Points to ponder: 1. Audio recording more effective, and easier than typing it out. I record it on a whatsapp message to a 'dead' contact. 2. Dream stabilisation techniques as a priority in the dream. Use all senses, touch, sight, smell, temperature, to get immersed in the dream environment. If the dream starts to dissolve, I bend down, feel the dirt, or the walls as I walk. 3. No sudden moves in the dream or it destabilises. Slow and steady work the stabilisation in. 4. Once stabilisation settled in, then attempt to project to a different dream environment by imagining parts of it. The brain fills the rest in, and I'm immediately transported there.
Nothing much happened on Day 46. I fell asleep at midnight, and woke up around 9:00 o' clock. I do recall some dreamlets, so let's bump up that counter to 57. Day 47: Fell asleep at: 2:00 AM Woke up at: 9:30 AM Dream 58: The Ultimate April Fool's Trick Happy April Fools, SubC, I hope you like it. So, the dream starts out with me in a classroom. The lights are on, though I still have trouble seeing. I have an enormous sense of presence within the dream, what with it all taking place in the first person. I lose myself in my train of thought as I'm exiting the building--something about a detective and his status. Once I do exit the building though, a little, teeny tiny thought comes into my head. "What is so dream-like about this? What shouldn't be here?" And so I look around. To my right I see two busses on top of each other blocking the entrance, to my left I see a guy in a clown costume wrangling a half-rhino-half-antelope thing by its leash. The Rhinocerope is tugging really hard on the leash, and the clown can barely hold on. For some reason, THAT doesn't trigger any lucidity. I then went over to the area in front of the band hall, and I see my dad talking to about two or three people. The dream ends soon after that. Side-notes: 1. I had a very apathetic feeling throughout the entire dream. Though my sense of presence that I achieved is honestly unprecedented. I hope I can get that feeling going so I can achieve a proper DILD next time. 2. I tried using MILD before I went to bed. Repeating the phrase, "I am present in my dreams" and (I believe) "My dreams are vivid" before going to sleep.
Updated 04-01-2018 at 10:34 PM by 93490
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