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Was hurting so I moved to the couch. It was storming and every little noise kept waking me up. I eventually had a spontaneous OBE. I willfully drifted off the couch and into the kitchen. I enjoyed all the sensations as usual but was very aware of my open mouth breathing. I tried to stablize the dream more by crawling. Some woman walks by and I trip her by grabing her ankle and pushing on the back of her knee. Then I am floating over my dog laying asleep on the floor. I hug her. A noise wakes me up.

I set a goal this week of waking up with my eyes closed and remaining still one time. I managed to do this twice. April 3rd I did this and waited for about 20 seconds without anything happening before deciding to go back to sleep (didn't want to lose much sleep that night). Last night, I did this and thought about my previous dream. There was maybe some slight hypnagogia, but nothing more happened for whatever reason..could be focusing too intently and watching the process happen as any slight changes occurred. I think the former attempt was too early in the morning, but the latter was probably at an appropriate time. I mentioned in a DEILD thread that I would experiment with multiple attempts per night, resetting the intention to wake up appropriately after any unsuccessful attempts. Eventually I should wake up in a more REM dominated phase of sleep in the morning (if this is even the issue). From what I've read the hardest part about DEILD is waking up without moving or opening your eyes, but even when I manage to do this, very little else happens. This is confusing but I will figure it out soon enough. In my first DEILD attempt, I woke up motionless and felt strong vibrations...where did these go!?

Dream

I am in a game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds in first person, but am actually physically in the game. There are a lot of noobs as part of some event that's going on. I see armor on the ground and pick it up. I am with someone, I think J, along with R2D2 and C3PO from star wars. We are in the woods at night, and are a little bit lost. There is a raised rubble pathway to my right. I am surprised that the droids are able to manage through this terrain. We get to a small grass gap between the edge of the forest and a farmers field with tall corn. Suddenly the clouds part and the moon shines down on us, leaving us exposed. I lead us to the crops to take cover so nobody sees us, especially a werewolf because its a full moon after all. We lay prone in the cornfield, but oh shit! We're lying next to a werewolf!! It starts snarling at me and moves toward me barking..or whatever is it that werewolves do.

WILD attempt at noon:
-focused on my breath to relax, and then started counting down with each exhale..There were some thoughts about whether my eyes would flutter open like they sometimes do when attempting a WILD, but I mindfully let them pass and returned to counting. I noticed some very active swirls and blobs moving for some period of time while counting down, but then I got excited and it stopped. Will try to be more mindful about this, and just return attention to anchor as anything is happening. Paying too much attention to the process of falling asleep is probably keeping me awake. Will just let things happen on their own. WILD is basically still just falling asleep, and I know how to do that already

Some stuff happened and someone said my theme song is Candy Dulfer's 'Lily Was Here'.

In the next dream me and a group of people were desperately trying to escape a house to get away from a homicidal maniac. I tried the back door leading to the garden (now I realize the layout was from the place my family used to live) but it was blocked by plastic. The other people near me immediately gave up and started looking for another way, but I kept tearing at the plastic until I could open the door. But then for some reason, I went back into what is the kitchen in real life, and together with another person, attacked the homicidal maniac. The killer was a woman, and I think she wore white face paint. She did not expect her victims to fight back. I stabbed her multiple times, and shot her with my gun. Even after she was down, I kept shooting.

Well, it is sort of a recurring dream, but some parts of it change. I have dreams where I am a mother and I have a baby in my arms and I sing the baby to sleep. There is always a lot of emotion/love in the dream, and I know I am the mother of the child, but the rest of the details tend to change.

In this dream I was sitting in my dad's chair, which is too big for me (I am actually pretty tall, but my dad owns this huge reclining chair where only he can touch the ground, he is 6'4"/194 cm). I am wearing a light blue dress/night gown sort of thing. I am holding a baby girl in my arms and I know she is my daughter. She starts crying so I rock her in my arms and start humming Epona's song from the Legend of Zelda. Usually my hearing is not spectacular in dreams, but in these dreams I always hear the singing or humming very clearly, and this sounded very much like the music in the game. Maybe I have perfect pitch in my dreams .

If someone is really curious what it sounds like:


As I hum it the baby quickly stops crying and then slowly starts smiling. Then, after about a minute or so, she falls asleep. The hardest part to describe is the feeling. One of the greatest feelings of love. When the baby starts smiling I just experience joy. The dream is too short, and I want her to be real .

I was on a moving platform made of snow with a bunch of other people. There was something about being stuck on it. There were some other parts I forgot. I was at <<Personal Info>>and there was something else to do with my Mom and Dad.

Then I remember folding up this clothing thing which had six limbs. It was like my grey fleece but with six limbs. I was connecting the end of one of the leg parts with one of the arm parts and criss crossing them. I dropped something and started to say the F word like “ffff…” but then changed it to “fffffind it.” <<Personal Info>> was like, “good save.” <<Personal Info>>

There was a part where my sister and I were kids. My Dad moved back from a chair and my sister took the chair. I stood at the table next to my sister’s chair.

Then there was a guy saying how <<PERSONAL INFO>>has everyone shut in. He wants to save the world from <<PERSONAL INFO>>. There seems to be a limited amount of time to say good bye to everyone. The guy kneels down in front of a woman and says “Malmsteen”. I felt like I was watching King of Queens. It was kind of random. But it made me go listen to some Malmsteen the next day.

I woke up from those and thought through them. At first I had one more scene in mind, but it was gone. Before I woke up, there was some music playing within the dream. It was funny when I woke up and at first I was like, “Hey, the music turned off. Oh! I was just dreaming.” And then remembered to think of my dreams.

I had trouble falling asleep AGAIN and so that was just that. I drifted to sleep just a little and had a tiny dream that I got on my voice recorder. Then, eventually got back to sleep on my diagonal front.

This time was interesting. I was dreaming of being at <<Personal Info>>again. <<Personal Info>> <<Personal Info>>So, then, there was another part of that dream. I was in the living room. My Dad was there and he kind of scared me. There may have been some domestic violence in the dream. I was trying to turn a T V off, but it wouldn’t turn off. My Dad came into the living room and I felt scared. It occurred to me that this was a dream. His teeth looked different, and I just got the sense it was a dream. I’m not sure if my Dream Dad did it, but I felt my face pressed into the couch, and heard a voice talking to me. I knew it was a dream, so I was thinking of how I could defend myself. But so far, I wasn’t really feeling threatened. Now that I look back, I was feeling my body sensations from the way I was laying in the bed, but the dream was making a story that went along with it.

The dream transitioned to where I was in my physical bed, but in sleep paralysis or “the phase”, hearing this deep male voice that seems kind of familiar. Familiar only from other voice phenomena, not waking life.

The voice was saying some things that were threatening mostly. I forgot any of the exact words. But I remember laying there feeling like this voice was going to haunt me every night and have me stuck in sleep paralysis for hours.

I felt like I might be able to enact some dream power at any time I wanted. But I let the voice finish, and just tried to relax, and listen. I remember seeing some visuals. But when the voice was done, it asked me to reply. I tried to speak, and it was very strained, due to the paralysis. I forced out the words, “I love you.” The voice was like, “What?!” and I repeated, “I love you,” In the muffled way that it came out with my 90% paralyzed vocal chords. Then I was released, back into my physical bed. I guess that was an interesting response on my part. I didn’t have that planned. But usually embracing these things seems the healthiest to me, however hostile they seem to be. It would have been cool if I had remembered the words, or better yet, had my voice recorder on, to see if it picked it up as an Electronic Voice Phenomenon. I believe it could be recorded as E V P, but the spookies will never come when my recorder is on!

I got back to sleep after recording those, not too shaken up. I’ve had this at least 10 times before where I hear voices in sleep paralysis.

I had a dream that’s on my voice recorder but it’s not coming off the top of my head now.

My last dream was kind of a sequence. I dreamed of this side scroller video game. It was really cool but I couldn’t remember the details. Bummer, dude. Then, there was a part with my immediate family. My Dad and Sister were going out to a barbecue thing. My Mom and I were staying home. <<Personal Info>>I remember hiding behind my desk as my Dad was leaving, so he wouldn’t see me.

Then there was this live stream about lucid dreaming. My friend <<PERSONAL INFO>>was late. They were saying how he signs up, but never comes to it.

Then it was this scene of a guy who had bought this boat and was driving it around this snowy place. I rememember it was covered in snow. And he was walking around in the snow.

Then he went to find a bathroom. There was someone in the bathroom. When he got to go in, it turned out the previous guy had left his binders in the bathroom, vertical on the wall. So he gave them back. <<Personal Info>>These red things were all around that looked like the armor on Groudon’s back. We are throwing some sand around. The Groudon armor stuff pertained to some kind of interdimensional beast like a Giratina. So then the dream showed this monster being held still by some electromagnetic force. The people controlling the force said how that isn’t even enough to destroy the beast. It barely subdues it. They had the thing on its back. Then they amplified it even more and this yellow orb of electromagnetic energy appeared over the beast. The beast went into convulsions and I assume it died from that. I actually think this was pretty violent and sad. If I was lucid, I definitely would have tried to stop them. Surely a more humane arrangement could be reached.

Somewhere in there, I was yelling at some land scapers for making too much noise. But instead of gas blower noise it was electrical noise. They had electrical equipment on the bed of their truck.

That was all that came off the top of my head. I wonder what, if anything, will get me sleeping normally again. But that voice phenomenon was definitely scary on some levels. Maybe a part of me knew that would come to me if I slept, so it resisted sleep. I think having too intense of dream experiences of sleep paralysis could cause a subconscious sleep resistance. Actually I heard about some really bad nightmares other people had, of being tortured in dreams, and feeling everything, the previous day. So, that would definitely cause me to not want to go to sleep! And that’s how I think lucid dreaming could potentially help people (or just me) overcome insomnia. If insomnia is caused by sleep resistance from a fear of night mares, then building lucid, dreaming skills would be something that helps the person feel confident that when they go to sleep, they will be able to handle their dreams. I don’t know if I ever got that night mare talk as a kid, telling me that if I dream about that night mare feeling, I can become lucid. So I probably need to give myself that talk and say that its safe to sleep. And its important too because facing those dream challenges is part of life. And even if we do get a bad dream experience, it will make us stronger the next time. And there is so much more we will experience than just night mares. So on one level, I want to dream, but on another level, I’m scared to dream.
<<Personal Info>>

Date of Dream: SAT 7 APR - 2018



Dream No. 306 - You Don't Need Her

I don't remember how the dream started. From where I do remember, I was at my old house but I forgot specifically what I was doing. I ended up winning a prize for something which was a nearly front row ticket to this guy's concert... It was a singer that I haven't heard of in real life but I have forgotten his name. The ticket was for about the first three of four rows in and the seat number was 100... So it must have been C100 or D100.

It was either my parents or brother asking me when the concert was and the ticket said that the concert was from 9:00 PM to 1:00 AM. The dream scene then changed to the nearby location of the concert which was somewhere in the US, although the area looked more like Metropolis from Ratchet and Clank. I was walking around the higher streets of the area when I thought to myself, “Why didn't they give me tickets to the 7:30 PM concert? I actually would have preferred that”.

After that, I found some random people in the US that were supposedly going to look after me and be my temporary guardians while I was away from my parents; these people did look very welcoming and friendly. I have forgotten their identity and appearances though. We went for some clothes shopping and I told these people that I like vintage clothes.

We went into this massive vintage clothing store and looked at all the dresses that were on the racks. There was this Asian couple that were working at the counters and they helped us with purchasing a dress. The people I were with suggested I buy the dress one way but then the Asian people at the counter said they could make the transaction so that it was in Australian currency. It took a while but the transaction was finally sorted and although the dress wasn't in my hands, it would be shipped to Australia within a few days.

I then continued by myself, without anyone with me. I walked out of another entrance of the shop and found out that it was this whole complex, almost like some high quality, rich man's' house. It was the library that I ended up heading into next and that's where there was an entire crowd of Asian people, all ages. At this point in time, I wanted to summon Dreamy WB. Especially to the kids in the vicinity, I was trying to show them how to summon Dreamy WB.

No matter how hard I tried and how enthusiastic I looked, she wasn't appearing and the people were becoming bored. I even thought to myself “hang on, why isn't this working?”. I tried the same method numerous times and then I changed it into something different... Still, no results. Now the people were getting very disinterested and some were even walking away altogether, so I decided that it was time for me to leave.

I ended up back outside in the Metropolis-like landscape. As I was walking along one of the pathways, most fascinatingly, Jesus appears and has his hair a dirty brown, very wavy and he has his beard long but neatly placed. He is wearing an all white robe, there is glowing white around him and he is semi-physical, semi-hologram. He floats in one position and says to me “you don't need her”. I ended up replying most sincerely as I could; “But I need her for a skill-set” and then I walked further down the pathway.

I came across this tiled dock area that looked out onto a small body of water, very well laid out like an area in Ratchet and Clank. Nothing was happening but after a few seconds, these random unidentifiable dream characters came up and started throwing large fireballs at me. I was shaking in my boots while trying to dodge them, getting behind some plant pots or the front ledge if I could. I then exclaimed to myself, “If this is what the end of the world feels like, I don't like it!”.

Just then, a middle aged Asian lady came running towards me with a book in her hand. She said something to me, hinting that the community are sorry for their rudeness and that they took the effort to take in what I was talking about. Then she recited something out of the book; that's when Dreamy WB started to appear into the dream. But when she was fading in, I was fading out and that's what eventually led to me ultimately waking up. I did manage to catch Dreamy WB's appearance though; her skin and facial features were accurate, her hair was down straight, she wore a shiny black silky satin camisole and she had these massive silver hoop earrings... The dream camera was only showing her top half while I was in the waking up process. She was pleasantly smiling.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 306: Competition Results

Competition Night: 6
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: Jesus & Dreamy WB
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes



Points For This Entry: 1.0
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)

+ Previous Total: 2.5
Total Accumulated Points: 3.5

Had a very vivid dream ,where I could speak in rhymes with ease. I walked through a park where was statues and buildings of different periods of human history.

I was really relaxed and had a good mood.

I tried WILD and succeeded.

I was in an unknown apartment. There were two windows in the room through which a big city was visible, I decided to go out through the door and down the stairs. I found myself on a lively street with many cars and pedestrians. I immediately remembered the task I had and ran to the first pharmacy I had seen. I went inside and started looking for a cure for my chronic illness, but I did not find what I was looking for. Then the woman who worked there asked me what I was looking for. I explained my condition, and she told me that even if I find what I was looking for would be very difficult to transfer it from this world to mine. :uhm:
I looked at her strangely, and I wondered if she already knew I was lucid. She tell me to look for someone who knew more than her. I got out of there and started walking up the road when I saw a more strange-looking building around twelve floors and went inside. There was a wide lobby with many doors and stairs. Most doors were marked with "?" and people were waiting outside in line. I tried to enter one of the doors, but each time someone was shouting at me to go in the line. I could not resist and shouted.

me: I am lucid and I do not have much time, you DC are only in my way!

Everyone turned and looked at me with shocked expression. Someone shouted.

dc1: He called us Dream characters, what an insult.
dc2: How can he insult us this way.
me: Calm down folks, I did not mean to offend you.
dc3: He is a Lucid Dreamer!
dc4: Let's make him pay!!!
Dc5: Let's beat him to pulp!!
me: Let us be reasonable and understand each other as normal people.
dcX: Get him!

They started to hit me from all directions. While I was defending, I tried to calm them once more, but without result. There were at least thirty. I was angry and cried out to them: bring it on. At this point I started to use super force and speed. It turned into a horrible battle scene. I began to break their arms and legs with all the techniques I could think of. Bricks and tiles were breaking to pieces while I threw them around. They screamed in agony and around me was filled with bodies.

Someone shouted: more, we need more. Then all doors opened and people streamed forth from everywhere. They also went down from upstairs. There were over a hundred. At this point it turned like a scene from the Matrix Reloaded. (Neo and the agents) I increased my speed to max and literally I send them flying around, hitting the walls and columns of the building. One DC screamed: let's cut him to pieces. They began to arm themselves with swords, axes, machetes and everything that had a blade on it. I broke the hands of the first ones who attacked me with swords and took them. It was just so crazy, a hundred men armed with everything that could turn me into a hundred of pieces, running and screaming toward me from all directions. It is really hard to describe such a thing. I roar and cried out loud "Mugen double style" as I swing my swords, everything turned into a bloody slaughter. Limbs and heads flew in all directions, and the blood splashed like a river.(like Kill Bill) But they continued to come endlessly, and I was beginning to get tired. I was in shallow wounds all over. Then I felt a piercing and sharp pain on my left and I saw that someone had stuck his sword in me. When I looked in that direction to see who he was, I saw his twisted face with distorted smile and wicked eyes. I screamed 'temee' and with one movement, I tear his head off and blood splashed all around, blood, blood everywhere:barf: I jumped back and pulled out the sword from myself, a lot of blood spilled on the floor. I was on one knee, and they were coming for me. Then I got up with the last of my strength and made a shock wave with my foot(ground breaker). From her, the first wave was turned into pieces, it was just repulsive.:barf: Then I screamed:

me: Kisamaaaa go to hell.

And make a big blue ball of energy in my hand and crushed it into the ground.

me: Disappear......:mad:

Boooom (huge explosion) everyone turned into blood dust and disappeared. FUuuuuuu a bizarre shockwave arise, send me flying backward. I flew through one of the windows and hit a passing car with my back. The car flip over and twisted as it struck the opposite shop and exploded. People fled and screamed around. I was in the middle of the road in small crater that my body created from the impact and could not move.
me: I think I broke something important.:lol:

Rain was falling and it was running down my face. At this point, the building began to break and bend over me (the special effects were at the max, as in "transformers" from Michael Bay)
While I was coughing blood I smile and said

me: I think I did well enough. I show them who is the master here.

The building collapsed on me with a CRASH.

At that moment I woke up. I still had residual adrenaline in my blood. Hell, what kind of dream was that?

Created Friday 06 April 2018


Phew! I thought I was stuck in a dry spell for sure! Got two WILD and DEILD loops to note, and a scrap.

Scrap Group 1
Playing KeeperRL. There's a bit of a hassle setting up demon spawns for recruitment.

WBTB. It took a good hour and a half before the first transition.

Dream 1 - Figment Shot

Scene 1 - Purple Visions Again
The visuals were a bit blurred. WILD transition in bed, noted by an illusory sound of wind increasing with time. While still laying on my back, I floated out the room, then phased through the walls. Sensing my actual body quickly pulled me to bed again. Colorful hypnagogia started forming, first as purple waves, then of like-colored fractal patterns. I could both move my dream body and sense myself IRL, which disoriented me greatly. Brief awakening, then DEILD.

Scene 2 - Air Shooting
The visuals were very blurred. Still in bed. I started running around while pretending to shoot at the air. Soon, I heard the Unreal Tournament announcer exclaiming various kill prompts (ie 'DOUBLE KILL!'). This was amusing enough to preoccupy me for two minutes. Woke up, then DEILDed back for about a minute more to a similar experience. I then awakened out of the loop. Took fifteen minutes to get another WILD.

Dream 2 - Musical Menagerie

Scene 1 - Do the Guadalajara Jig
The visuals were blurred. WILD transition in bed. I floated to the kitchen, where I jumped on the counter to do a jug. I wanted music to play, but could only think of meriachi music, so I just settled with that.This nonsense went on for about a minute and a half. Brief awakening, then DEILD.

Scene 2 - Moving Train Salsa
Similar visuals, though they gradually clarified in time. Back in bed. My limbs were feeling sore. Reckoned constant movement and some good music would take my mind off that. So, I sounded Floral Fury from Cuphead.

Things warped. Now, I was standing on an old west railway platform, sun high in the noon sky. A luxury passenger train was just departing. I ran and jumped after it, barely catching hold of the side of its red rear car. I made my way up, though it was a much longer climb than anticipated. Along the way, I tapped the window. This both startled and intrigued a lady inside, a pleasant, fair-skinned dame wearing a fancy dress and bonnet.

We both met on the roof, where we danced salsa to the tune of the music. Noticed I was only in bedclothes, which, by will, I replaced with a snazzy tux w/bowtie and dress shoes. We both mighta overdone the performance a bit, but it was very enjoyable all the same.

This went on for about a minute longer before a brief awakening. Another DEILD.

Scene 3 - Quick Round of Shadowboxing
The visuals were dimmer and blurrer. Back in bed. My limbs were throbbing right now. So, I immediately got up to shadowbox for a bit, all to the tune of the Punch-Out theme. Brief awakening half a minute later, then another DEILD.

Scene 4 - Take Me on Your Mighty Wings
Similar visuals as above, but they got progressively clearer. Back in bed yet again. I start running into the void, where I have Mighty Wing by Cheap Tricks sounding in the background.

A cutscene then forms. This had a light skinned, light haired athletic man running on an Olympic track. Warp. I was now running around a baseball field. Noticed things were off with the song's lyrics and pitch. Things warped as I tried correcting that.

Now, I was laying down on a grassy hill, silver-blue sky above. There was a striking woman in a plain white dress next to me, fair skinned, dark brown hair, and a bright, elating smile. She suddenly lifted me up in her arms, where I noticed her being many times bigger than anticipated. Then, following the lyrics, the lady flies us both to the sky. She slows her pace, when she suddenly sprouts angelic wings.

The song come to a sudden halt, and so does the dream.

Well, I had some really vivid and eventful dreams last night. But I woke up with such brain fog that it was difficult to recall them well. I did the best I could though. I had difficulty sleeping the last few nights, which might have made me extra tired. My sleep quality really has to be very good for me to get ideal dream recall. So when my sleep suffers so does my dreaming practice. However, sometimes my sleep quality is just beyond my control.

My first dreams had a scene with aliens coming. I tried to hide in a tent, thinking they wouldn’t get me in there. <<personal info>>I have more from these on my voice recorder.

The next set of dreams was cool. When I tried to recall it though, my brain was total mush. I remember my Dad talking with a police officer. The police man said that I had got in 6 accidents that year, indicating various places on the floor of my car. I was like, oh, man, 6 accidents? That was a lot. (Not a waking life circumstance.)

Then I remember being in this room with all these red people. Their appearances kind of morphed as time went on. Everyone was eating tons of meat. I started to talk about how it hurts animals, and someone told me not to talk about that here. The big boss of the red guys turned to me. He had big pokey bull horns and his skin glowed orange and red. He was eating lots of meat. I think this might be the part of my consciousness where I have demonized, to some extent, the consumption of animal products, and buried any desires to consume animal products. But yesterday when I researched choline, I kind of wished I could eat egg yolks, red meat, and dairy, so that probably came up in my dream. Wow, that was a good interpretation.

Then there was this part where I was climbing up a ladder. <<personal info>>was talking to me about how I don’t drink alcohol. I was like, I don’t smoke, either. But he was like, just because you smoke, doesn’t mean you’re okay. I continued climbing the ladder. Other people were climbing up the wall alongside the ladder. The guy to my right couldn’t get himself up from the wall to the floor at the top. It was easy for me with the ladder, since I had good footing, but he didn’t. I pulled myself up using something on the floor and said I would help pull him up, too. I could really feel how he was stuck there, couldn’t get all the way up the wall, but couldn’t really climb back down, either. I wonder what that means.

Okay so then, I got up there, and helped him, I think. And there were all these mattresses. I had one on the far right. But another person kind of took it from me and tried sleeping in it. I couldn’t see why I was any more entitled to a mattress than them, so I was like, fine. But eventually I was like, hey, that mattress was supposed to be mine. And they agreed.

<<personal info>> yelled something out loud to warn the “weed smokers”, one of whom was <<personal info>>The red demon boss guys didn’t want anyone smoking weed I guess. <<personal info>>voice was really loud. Much louder than anyone elses could go.

I remember a part in there of being on this boat. I was calculating some numbers in my head, for how long something should take. Then I thought I shouldn’t have done that, because now it would feel like forever. But if I hadn’t known how much time was remaining, I would make it through a little easier.

Someone was working on a jacuzzi thing, and I threw something metal into it. They were mad because it could have exploded or messed everything up. I was like, sorry. Someone threw something metal down the ladder before that could have hurt someone, too.

Then I was back in that setting from before with the mattresses, only on the lower floor again. People were at tables. I found that I could fly by sort of wiggling in the air. But I didn’t know it was a dream. I figured flying had just become possible. It wasn’t too extreme, either, in terms of speed or distance. It was just a very simple wiggle in mid air that would get me another foot of movement in any direction. There was no anxiety involved in the flying. Actually, this may have been a fulfillment of my request for a flying school in my dream. If I can remember this flying technique when I get lucid, it might be something I could practice consciously.

So I flew around some tables and talked to some people. Then there was a part where I was telling my sister I had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. When I woke up, though, I couldn’t recall having had a Dream Induced Lucid Dream. Maybe I just thought I did, within the dream. <<personal info>>

Then I was going around near where a class was beginning. Some teachers asked me to get the pail from the other room. I had been telling lots of people about the dream I just had, not knowing it was still a dream! I felt like as I told more people about my dream, more details of it even came to mind, which was nice. It surprised me that people were willing to listen to my dream stories. Maybe this was my dream telling me a way to boost my dream recall. But I can’t think of any people in my nearby area that would listen to me talk about my dreams. I have wanted to start a local lucid dreaming club at the local library though.

So then, I went to the room where they told me to get the pail. But instead I just leaned on one of the desks to write my dream. It felt really hard to wrap my head around the dream, probably because I was still using my “dream brain”. I was also scared that I’d get in trouble for doing my own thing, and not promptly returning to the class. For a lot of this dream, it felt like I was being watched. Like that red demon boss guy was running a tight ship and we all had to do what he said, or we’d get in trouble. So in a lot of these scenes I felt fear of disobeying.

Then, there were these people that came through and put up camping signs. The corridor became the walking path near the stream at <<personal info>> where I walked the previous day. They were a group of non dualists. Their non dualism was symbolized in a wooden plank they put leading from the dirt path, to the stream. Before, the stream came up to this dirt wall that dropped steeply off a few feet down to the stream. So it was like a cut off, either you fall a few feet off the path into the stream, or you are dry and on the dirt path. But the non dualists put a little ramp that led into the stream, I guess signifying that it wasn’t all black and white. It seemed so significant and wise. It also seemed dangerous to me at the same time. As if they didn’t judge it as wrong for someone to fall into the stream. Or if their ramp caused someone to slip. It also made me realize that there is no railing protecting people from falling in the stream there, and someone could get hurt. The image sticks out very clear in my mind. I guess in my waking life, it could relate to looking at the gray area of things, instead of all black and white. Instead of being all the way in the stream (all bad) , or all the way on land (all good), I could be somewhere on the ramp.

So then I woke up and recorded those. I felt like there was a whole nother round of dreams in there that I missed, but, my brain was too foggy. I wonder if choline will help “fix” this brain fog problem I get some nights. But maybe it is more of a belief system thing.

The next dreams I remembered started at <<personal info>>field. I saw that there were still plastic eggs all over the place from the Easter Egg hunt. There was one that looked like it had 3 segments, instead of two. And some smaller ones. I shook them and it seemed to have stuff in it. Candy, I guessed.

I worried that the grounds keepers would mow the lawns and break up all those plastic eggs into a million pieces. So I got my grabber to clean them up. This actually makes a lot of sense and I might go to the Arboretum soon to check into that.

While I was out on the field, I saw the grounds keeping guys out on the vehicles. It seemed like they were just about to mow. Then, <<personal info>>and some other people came over to where I was. <<personal info>>We walked somewhere, over some wooden walk ways, and to a steep grassy hill. It had been day time before, but now it was darker out. We were at a brick dorm building. There were some flashing green lights in there, like the people were partying. <<personal info>>also made appearances. They said that I shouldn’t go any closer because the flashing green lights indicated that the people in there were using P C P. I slid down the hill anyway and we all went inside.

It was a party being held by a small hockey team. Not the school’s main hockey team but more of an intramural team. I wasn’t allowed in but I don’t remember why. Maybe because I wouldn’t drink alcohol or because I wasn’t on the hockey team. I was talking to <<personal info>>outside, and on the phone, helping them talk to one of their friends. I tried to suggest that some people come back to the field with me, because it is sunny, and it will be much nicer. But they said they didn’t want to, because they can’t drink on the field. I was like, you don’t need to drink! Being at the Arboretum will feel better than drinking. I mentioned how I hadn’t drink alcohol in 5 years. Then, I felt bad, because I exaggerated. Really, its more like 4 years and 2 months. <<personal info>>It seemed I would be going back to the Arboretum alone. What does it mean? Maybe that my choice to live a healthier or “more conscious” life style has made me kind of isolated from a lot of people my age. I guess I felt left out. That was the feeling. A feeling of feeling left out. Or I felt like I had a lot to offer, but the people who I was trying to share with, weren’t interested. <<personal info>>might also have been there. I remember some people going up stairs to the party.

At the front of the house, some girls gave me a packet with a green cover. It was about joining the hockey team or contributing. One of the guy’s names was “Eguardo” or “Eduardo” but he looked like someone from High School whose name I forgot. It also showed the team’s cheer leaders on the pages. <<personal info>>Then I was at a desk, deciding whether to throw out the pamphlet, or just store it somewhere. The thing was, they told me I could only ever have one pamphlet. They will never give me another. So if I lose it, I have no chance of ever being part of their hockey club thing. Part of me was like, Charles, you will never join that hockey club thing. Just throw it out. Another part of me was like, Charles, just hang on to it. What if you want to join one day? Just stuff it in a drawer somewhere. I have that kind of indecisiveness with a lot of things. Also I guess it has to do with wondering if I should let go, and burn a bridge, or keep my options open. At the desk, I remember I had 2 pairs of khaki pants, one kind of darker than the other. And a pair of boxers. I was trying to hide them underneath a seat cushion.

On my way back to the field, the path seemed to have changed. The wooden bridges were different. I also flew again, but it seemed more like I slipped and fell, and ended up flying through the air. I was about to land on a wooden bridge, and I feared it would be slick, and cause me to slip off it into the river below, once I landed. Like earlier, flying didn’t make me realize it was a dream.

I forgot the rest of that. Something happened when I got back to the field, I think. It’s probably in my voice notes, just not off the top of my head.

I woke from those and recorded them. I had transitioned to sleeping on my diagonal front, which was really comfortable. I was able to drift back to sleep a few times which was great since I lost so much sleep recently.

In one dream, I dreamed that I was attempting FILD! I know it was a dream because my body was flipped over (head where my feet would have been). But I was doing the little finger things as I slipped into sleep, and then wondered, how are you supposed to do an Reality, Check when you’re not supposed to move too much? I think I experienced a dream starting but it freaked me out and I woke back up. But it was all a dream anyway L O L. During that part there was another dream I forgot due to brain fogginess and grogginess. Foggy and groggy!

My last dream was really funny. First I was dreaming about dream journaling all the night’s dreams so far. In the dream, I was drawing the pizzas that had appeared in previous dreams. Wait. There were pizzas in previous dreams? Yes. Rather than go back and add it, I will just say that there was a rectangle shaped pizza with a 2 x 3 grid of red circles on it. And a triangle pizza. And pictures of pizzas on the wall. And a little kid crying about something. But now, back to this dream.

I was drawing the pizza with a yellow highlighter and a red orange color too. <<personal info>>Then I dreamed that I was going to <<personal info>>At the meeting, I was thinking that if anyone tried to be my friend, I would push them away. I hadn’t been there in a while in waking life, so I thought people would look down on me. I sat on the edge of one of the benches, next to a woman and her child. The person in front of me also had a baby over her shoulder, and a picture of a face on the back of her coat or shirt. I figured this must be children’s mass, as I thought about the Sunday schedule. For some reason, I avoided looking at any children.

Here is the funny part. I sat there in the church, and thought to myself, wait, how did I get here? Maybe I’m dreaming. I had my thin black gloves on. I was just about to do a finger palm test, when I thought to myself, “You know, Charles, let’s not get carries away with reality checks. We’ve already done so many today, and so maybe we should cut back a little. This is clearly not a dream anyway.” L O L, can ya believe it? So I sat there, feeling kind of bored. Eventually I got up and walked out the back door of the church. I remember thinking that I should have just stood in the back since I only wanted to stay for a few minutes. I remember walking around the side of the church outside but I am not sure of the rest. Its on my voice recorder, just not off the top of my head.

I wonder why the dream had me dream of going to that church. I haven’t been there in a while in waking life. I think it simulated some of the feelings I would feel after going back after a long time of not showing up, such as feeling judged by others. <<personal info>>Well, that was all I remembered. I thought if I got back to sleep, I’d definitely get lucid, since I was almost lucid that last time. But, I didn’t get to sleep again.

Morning of April 6, 2018. Friday.



This morning, I had a very long series of dream sequences, where nearly everywhere I have lived in my life thus far appeared in one form or another, including several fictional distortions. As usual, each setting was a unique new version. (Out of tens of thousands of dreams studied for over fifty years, no setting has ever appeared more than once in the same way, typically being unique combinations of two or more locations.)

As the sequences were so long and convoluted, I will only focus on certain sections in this entry. (Otherwise it would be far too long, and my entries are often very long as it is.)

The house setting throughout my main dream seems to be a combination of Cubitis (where I have not lived since 1978), the Loomis Street house (where I have not lived since 1994), the King Street mansion (where I lived at different times up until 1993), and the house Zsuzsanna and I and our family presently live; all this and some fictional alterations as is always the case. Additionally, the house setting does not match the location in some scenes and ambiguously varies between Florida, Wisconsin, and Queensland, Australia (which is also typical).

In one scene, the setting seems most like the Cubitis house even though it is implied to be our present address in Australia. Our youngest son is crying and is angry about some sort of robotic toys that are not responding to being shot in the way that had been programmed. I am aware that he had left them at the south end of the Cubitis hall (while the room to our right is like the lounge room of our present home). I tell him that it does not matter, that they are “just toys” and that toys cannot really be heroes. I hold him close and we hug and he says that I am his hero.

In a later scene, I go outside and it mostly seems like the Cubitis backyard. An unfamiliar young girl is present and sitting in high grass with our youngest daughter and youngest son. Looking back at the back of the house, the rendering is incorrect (though my dream self does not regard it as wrong). The area external to where the kitchenette would have been is now implied to be a back porch that I am aware is out from my mother’s room (though as from the Loomis Street house). (The back porch was actually at the south end of the Cubitis house facing the south side yard and the north end our neighbor’s house, though their back porch faced east into their backyard.)

There are at least three unfamiliar people seated on the portico (at least two males and a female), near the window to my mother’s room. (The portico is an unfamiliar fictitious feature.) It takes me some time to realize they are trespassing. Finally, even though they might be our neighbors, I decide to yell at them and tell them they should not be here. “The little woman said we could sit here,” one of males says. I consider that they are trying to imply my mother told them they could sit by her window, which I know is something she would never have said.

I again tell them to leave. They become annoyed and start acting very strangely, and wander quickly about as if they are unsure where they are going. Soon, there are two unfamiliar male police officers present. The unwelcome people go into the house next door. Soon after this, water starts spraying out from the eaves. This causes the police officers to start laughing. The water continues to spray from the house as if it is meant to be an attack, yet has the opposite effect. As the water sprays on me for a time (as well as the officers), I feel more relaxed and cheerful than I had been minutes before.

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Water in my dreams has been a form of dream state induction for over fifty years in representing the essence of sleep, the absence of emotion and waking life focus (as in sensory deprivation tank experiments), and resulting in physical relaxation. Some “interpreters” claim that water “represents emotions” (which might be related to crying, I suspect, though crying is the release of emotions, not the maintaining or augmenting of them). Which emotions? In what way? To what extent? Aside from that, virtually countless commercial recordings use the sound of water, from the roaring ocean, waterfalls, rivers, and so on, to induce sleep or relaxation. Negative dreams relating to water, such as tidal waves or floods are more likely to be a RAS factor that tries to induce sleep when other factors, such as circadian rhythms dynamics, are in conflict. After all, a person is asleep when they are dreaming, not extant in waking life, yet most people do not seem to understand this at all. In some cases, a flood or tidal wave may relate to subliminal concern about being too deeply asleep, which may trigger waking from the emergent conscious side rather than raw RAS. The supposed evidence, more so of the Barnum effect, associated with “water representing emotions” is actually the opposite. If a person is overly emotional in real life, the water might be rendered to calm them down and enter more deeply into the essence of sleep, and some people fear deeper sleep or even relaxation. Drowning on the other hand, would usually relate to incidental sleep apnea or snoring (and one can dream and snore at the same time despite popular myth), which is a biological factor of sleep, not waking life (though many people seem to have zero understanding of the biological and neurological factors of the dream state). Ultimately, when water splashes on me in my dreams, it vivifies my dream and sustains it, causing physical release and relaxation, the opposite of increasing emotions or as a WAF (waking alert factor). Water also represents healing and biological purification (after all, a large percentage of the human body is water - and water is life), but more so as the autosymbolic analogy to the healing nature of sleep and the absence of negative emotions, thus a tidal wave or flood might indicate a sudden increase in glymphatic system function.

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Hey friends, this didn't happen last night but I wanted to record a dream I had in the past that's important to my dream history.

The background is I was very sick when I was about 13 or 14. I had gone to summer camp and came back with swine flu. Not sure if anyone remembers but swine flu had its course of importance a little while back. So, I had this sickness and was in bed or on the couch for a week. I had gone to bed one night at a normal time around midnight and had this interesting experience which tops any nightmare or bad dream I think I've ever had.

Like most dreams it starts with being in another dream before. I was in this giant landscape that had a valley. The valley was inhabited by ropes for old wooden ships. It was a little bit of a game where my vision was changing between these wide spiral structures made from this rope but wasn't more than 30 or so yards off of the ground. I think I was trying to get through the rope in the structures.

It's hard to explain the death dream but I was outside of someone's house and simultaneously in a cave. I know we die in dreams often and it's not really a big deal, sure we are dying and we believe it but it doesn't resonate far into waking reality and it doesn't have much to say about our lives, but this is the only time it was different for me.

I was in a cave with several other people near me, but this dream seemed really important, like me and the people around me were taking part in something important and the feeling was that each of us was nervous and hoping the other would take more responsibility and control of the situation. I haven't been able to feel what other DCs were feeling in dreams, especially not one that was unpleasant, but this time I did. We were all nervous looking around at each other.

The idea of this dream is that there's a boulder falling down onto one single person. That person is experiencing this boulder falling onto them. It's not like a job to hold it up, there's no purpose between the boulder and the person. The first part that made this dream intimidating is that the boulder is somehow simultaneously getting larger and smaller at the exact same time. The boulder is rumbling extremely loudly and shaking the entire cave. The boulder is more of an idea than a physical object getting bigger and smaller in my mind.

Outside of the house, there is an RV camper to the left of me. There's two people in front of me, but the idea is that there's eight people there with us. The main idea is that we have to nominate someone to die out of the eight of us. This is where the death comes in. I can actually feel the chance that I will be chosen and executed. The two people in front of me are busy doing something, but I can feel eight people looking at me like it's my choice who gets killed.

After this, my vision is of this spiral inwards. In the middle is this powerful white laser beam of light. I don't mean a white light I mean this thing could cause anything that touched it to disappear. This was death in the dream. I was at some point in the white laser beam getting blasted. In the dream, I was dying, but I was fighting against it with everything in me. I was not okay with dying. I've been shot in a western shoot-out, I've fallen off a cliff, but I somehow knew I was dying here.

I was at the same time in the cave, the boulder had rolled down a ramp and now above me. I was supposed to carry this boulder that was gaining mass but at the same time getting smaller, but the mass was too heavy and I was struggling. At the same time, I was in this white laser beam at the center of this maelstrom fighting for my life. At the same time I was outside of a house next to an RV getting volunteered to be the one who dies in this one of eight game.

I eventually woke up absolutely drenched in sweat early in the morning. It was still dark. When I woke up, I felt in a way that I had cheated death or somehow saw what it was but avoided it. I got some water and went back to my bed but was absolutely terrified of going back to bed. When I used to pray, I would pray for the normal things. But if I was ever lying in bed and thinking about dreams I've had and that particular death dream came up, I would send a prayer up that would guarantee I wouldn't have that dream ever again.

I had some really vivid dreams last night..!

The first one was set in a school. It seemed like an all-girl's school, where we were split into groups. Then had to work in pairs saying; "1 - 2 - 3 - 4, etc" back and forth for some reason. The girl who paired with me was really nervous, and was not physically sick, but she felt it. So the teacher (not any teacher from my real life school) told me to take her to the nurses office. I walked with her, and we somehow got lost..! (This wasn't any surprise, since I always seem to get lost in real life xD), all the other students found that highly amusing, and were chuckling..!

Then I had a weird dream where a salamander was asking my boss, I guess it was supposed to be my work boss (but didn't recognise them), if he had permission to marry me..! It was very strange!

Fell asleep at: 11:00 PM

Woke up at: 6:50 AM


Dream 63.2 Birth By Sleep: A Fragmentary Passage/Ground Zeroes

Some fragments about a guy doing a comedy skit. Something about how his lazy brother only got into LD-ing when he did, and that he's doing it all wrong. The comic wore a black shirt and khakis.

Date of Dream: FRI 6 APR - 2018



Dream No. 305 - Because I Care

I don't remember what happened at the start of the dream. From where I do remember, I was riding on some sort of bus with my brother, as well as all these Killester girls. My brother was sitting a few seats from the back and I was sitting one or two rows in front of him. What I caught sight of is that the real WB and her younger sister LB were sitting almost right at the front of the bus and I wanted to join them.

I went over and I sat at the seats across from them, taking the one nearest to the window. For the first few seconds, I thought, “good, I'll be able to talk to them now”. That hope was soon drowned as I saw VS coming up from the back of the bus and she took the seat right next to me, therefore blocking my vision and then disregarding me while she spoke to WB and LB. It was also the other way around though... LB never said much to begin with but WB was deliberately ignoring me. Additionally, WB retained the exact same appearance from the last time I saw her in real life. Black round necked jumper, black trackies, white sneakers and frizzy ladybug hairstyle.

I was patient for some time but soon, I let them know that I didn't like someone else coming and interfering with what I was going to do. Eventually, I did manage to say some things to WB but she didn't say much in return. I had to try really hard to get her to have a full conversation with me. This lasted until the bus would stop at the required destination.

The destination where the bus stopped at was some unknown beach area. It parked in the gravel parking, surrounded by a wall of single rocks which on the other side, was the water of the bay. That's what I saw my brother again but I forgot what he was doing. There was a lot more people here than what could fit on the bus, so I thought to myself, “How did they all get here? There's only one bus and no other vehicles”.

Then I saw members of Killester staff as well as the real WB's parents whose physical appearances I am also aware of. Everyone else stayed at the main area of the beach but WB had walked off with a small group of people, including the teachers and her parents. Apparently they were supposed to go on some really interesting and exquisite sightseeing tour. The rest of the massive group had stayed and merrily chatted to each other for the rest of the day.

It was nightfall in the dream when the small group returned on a small white wooden boat. Each person stepped off and joined the mass of people again. When WB had stepped off though, she didn't look too happy. In fact when she was fully off and onto the sandy gravel again, she become somewhat distressed and upset and started crying. She said that she didn't see the sights that they promised that she would see, meaning that she was upset because a supposed fun trip was actually the most boring thing in the world.

Despite how she treated me back on the bus, I went up to her and gave her the biggest hug I could. I hugged her long and hard and only when she gave the smallest response back, kind of halfway between a pat and a hug, I released her. I forgot what else happened in this dream.

Later on in the night, there was a scene with Dreamy WB but I have forgotten everything about it.



Dream Trophies Achieved:
- None



Dream 305: Competition Results

Competition Night: 5
Lucid or Non-Lucid?: Non-Lucid
Estimated Length of Dream (Lucid Only): N/A
Dream Guide: None
Emergency Team: None
Eligible For Competition Points: Yes

Points For This Entry: 1.5
Calculation Details:
- Full Non-Lucid Dream (1.0)
- Non-Lucid Fragment (0.5)

+ Previous Total: 1.0
Total Accumulated Points: 2.5