[CENTER][COLOR=#3E3E3E][B]*This entry is a re-write from my old account, TDHXIII*[/B][/COLOR][/CENTER] Things are getting better for my lucid dreams. I'm still working out on my methods amidst RC's and Mindfulness. Haven't touched meditation due to laziness but i have to do so soon. First thing's first, i finally am starting to get more length out of my LDs.. Chances are that it's because i decided to immerse myself somewhat with the dream. But even then, i'm still making some awkward mistakes like forgetting to stabilize properly or activate my WL memory in my LDs. For this entry, i will make it clear that i didn't intend to even write it down at first, which lead to me losing a lot of detail on it. I mainly chose that route because i felt like i was 50% lucid, that feeling that i got a lot in my older LDs. Not much detail here, but i'll still try to put it. I became lucid when i was in my room, and as i discovered that it was a dream, i started touching my clothes as to stabilize my touch sense, which didn't work out that greatly. Had i restored my memory properly, i would have actually done a lot better job at stabilizing. Anyway, i only recall 2 events from the dream or so i would call them. The first thing is that i attempted to find my long-searched-for Dream Guide, which as you may expect failed miserably. I apparently found a person, who was collapsed down like a doll. I remember trying to talk to her but there was no reply or anything similar. The only sure-fire thing is that that person was female. Can't remember the appearance or anything else due to my almost faded dream memory by now. I recall that in the dream around when this happened i was under the impression that this was not my real DG and that there was another person nearby or something like that. I would say that i insist on a specific persona for my unknown DG but i better be ready for anything i may see. So to summarize, a collapsed girl. The other thing is that i was in my room, holding a sword of some kind. Again, i can't remember how i got it or what it looks like. One thing i remember is that i kept slashing the poor wall infront of me, and that i did a quick succession of slashes that immited dark purple energy lines or something similar to that. Cutting the wall felt kinda strange. After slashing the wall, i proceeded by dashing forward and clawing my left hand towards the wall, and at that moment i saw dark-purple (energy?) coming out of my hand.. The dream lasted around 4~5 minutes. Way better than the old 1~2 minute length dreams i kept having. Strangely enough, this lucid dream appeared after i changed my mindset towards my dreams the day before: ・ "My dreams are very exciting and thrilling. Even if i don't become lucid, it's fine but i'll try to get lucidity. No need to stress it out" ・ At the same time i RC, i try to make myself feel that "dream feeling" and pretend that i'm in a dream environment. Hard to explain. .[CENTER][COLOR=#3E3E3E][FONT=tahoma][B]*This entry is a re-write from my old account, TDHXIII*[/B] [/FONT][/COLOR][/CENTER] [FONT=tahoma][/FONT] [COLOR=#3E3E3E][FONT=tahoma][/FONT][/COLOR]
[CENTER][FONT=tahoma][B]*This entry is a re-write from my old account, TDHXIII*[/B][/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=tahoma] I find myself in my house, and a sudden impulse to RC kicks in. [COLOR=#0000ff]I count my fingers. "This is a dream, isn't it?" I said to myself[/COLOR]. I moved on into the act of stabilizing and the stuff along.. I focused on my vision and it got close to my RL vision. Sound and touch were present and unusually vivid, but i don't remember actually focusing on them a lot. After this, i tried to regain my memory by remembering where i'm and what i'm doing. "I'm in bed dreaming and this is my dream" Is all i recovered before stopping the memory recovery process. That's all i did to make the dream somewhat stable, but there was something missing and i'm not sure what. Maybe it's because i was very worried during the dream that it would be short, that's probably it. There were sudden moments in the dream in which i found myself back in bed (probably FA). But they lasted a few seconds then i found myself back where i was. Weird thing to be honest. Whatever the case was, the dream was enjoyable because i was somewhat immersed with my environment.. Something that i lacked all these times i got lucid. Moving on into the main things i did in the dream. I didn't try to meet my DG or fly, because to me this was a test of stability and control and that this LD came out of nowhere. I tried to summon my thought-up magical sword. And i had thought of a way to summon it but the process is very hard if control is not fully present. I guess the difficulty came from my slightly-lacking memory. Whatever, i remember being in front of the double doors that lead to the guest halls, where i was standing, i would be able to see the door of my house and slightly see the street. I proceeded into the summoning.. The method: I would set my right hand on fire and this fire would then create smoke, the smoke would stay still in mid-air. Essentially acting as a portal to another dimension that i can pull items from. Of course, what i got was nothing like what i imagined. I got fire, but it was very weak. And if that wasn't enough, there was no smoke to use as a portal. The process failed and i resorted to another process of making the item appear from thin air by quickly waving my hand accross the air. This one was a failure, as that i got a knife version of the supposed long-sword i wanted. I let the knife vanish and went on with the dream. I entered through the doors that were to my back this whole time. Inside, there was a door nearby so i realized that i could put my hand inside without looking, and then obtain the weapon! Unfortunately enough, i don't remember what happened after this - I either woke up or lost lucidity. I put my hand inside and was able to grab a large object that felt like a sword, but i remember enough that it wasn't the thing i was looking for.[/FONT]
[CENTER][FONT=tahoma][B]*This entry is a re-write from my old account, TDHXIII*[/B] [/FONT][/CENTER] [FONT=tahoma] After walking around my school for a while, the dream scene randomly changed into my house's living room. There, i noticed the sudden change and started asking about what happened. My father told me something that was too strange to be real.. Upon hearing that, i hurried down the stairs to exit the house. Along the way, i lifted my left hand and looked at it when i noticed that my hand looked weird. [COLOR=#0000ff]I became lucid[/COLOR], and with that came the usual way of hurrying over doing my goals. As a result, i forgot to stabilize the dream and straight away rushed for summoning a Dream Guide.. Yelling and stretching my arm hoping for results and i got none. I proceeded by reaching out for the DG with my hand towards my back. I felt a soft hand grab into mine and then i headed towards the door nearby and let go of that hand as i got through. I stopped and looked back to see who it is that i was grabbing the hands of. To my surprise, a distorted shadow person slowly passed through the door. At this moment, the dream started collapsing. I desperately tried to keep it stable but i ended up in the void anyway. In there i heard someone say something that i forgot by now, something related to numbers.. In the end, a game save screen appeared and it saved on slot one.. which was then followed by everything going to black and me waking up.[/FONT]
14/6/16 Dream 1: I was at home, my grandparents came over. I went driving around near the athletics track with my dad. Dream 2: My parents were yelling at me for holding a spoon wrong or some silly thing like that. Dream 3: I was at a shopping centre and crashed a sjw lecture. I dressed like a lecturer and walked up onto the stage and gave them a blasting. I just walked out, greeted the actual lecturer and then went down some escalators. I then walked out into the car park and started flying out into the night.
13/6/16 Dream 1: Milo was in a tower and doing his usual routine. Dream 2: Playing Wizard101, being in a glass roofed tube, some pet stuff. Dream 3: I was at a party, a friend was filming something to do with a lemonade bottle, cake and dip. Dream 4: I was sitting in a café with 3 other people talking about online privacy laws.
12/6/16 Dream 1: There was a Shoe0nhead video where it was like an alternate universe where she had only just discovered feminism a few months ago.
11/6/16: Dream 1: I was playing Wizard101 trying to level up. Dream 2: I was playing some sort of MMO trying to lead an under levelled and not very skilled group in a boss battle. Dream 3: There was a bomb that exploded outside, I just survived it. Singapore had invaded and become our overlords and gave an edict at our school. Dream 4: Fun time with a women. Dream 5: Milo Yiannopolous was giving a talk, first in a bus and then in a library, pretty good speech.
10/6/16 Dream 1: People were trying to catch flies for some reason. Fragment: Archaeology Dream 2: I got tickets to a music festival.
9/6/16 Dream 1: I was at a train station before an exam trying to solve a very difficult maths problem.
8/6/16 (Chain posting a week of dreams cause of laziness ftw) Dream 1: I was at McDonalds and ordered this brand new Ramen and Egg burger. It was quite small circumference wise but very tall and quite delicious. I then went into a building and down an elevator into a lazer tag type place with a friend. Dream 2: I was on a sort of adventure with some rogue types. I think some sort of drug was involved. I was in a sort of tower to find a gem stone of some kind. Dream 3: I was helping a couple of girls that I know with making a spaghetti bridge. It was a bit crooked and I suggestsed using magnets to straighten it out, well one of the girls came up with it which I acknowledged when she pointed it out and apologised. The other girl wondered if she could Strap it to her chest but I thought that wouldn't work due to her large er.. chest.
My friend had a very old dog, a wiener, and he was talking to me about him. He said that it had been around right before the 90s ever hit, and when they did it was supposed to have "meant something" because the dog was meant to be alive in the 90s? In the dream, I guess having that dog was a lot like having a video game, and that's how he treated it. I remember that he acted as if though the doggy was connected to Friends. He got it into his head that he wanted to get his old dog out and have a spin on it, and so he went and found it and brought it back outside. He handed the dog to me and I did my best. He was skeptical as we first began our walk, and I suppose he had a reason to because almost immediately I did something that nearly hurt the dog, or "messed" the dog up. So Jasper then wanted to tie his pet up--and somehow that was going to let him walk with us? apparently. He was trying to hold the dog and his dog house on one end, and I was holding the rope (that was already connected to his pet) on the other end. For some reason I had to keep swinging the rope and I had to get the dog to jump through it, but it was a very hard thing to do. I also had to do the same thing to myself, and I remember waiting until the word "Gemini" popped into my head before I jumped. I missed. That's when he stopped me and told me that some random man he had never even met before had started talking about my dad, and how he had died. It was something about how when he had fallen, the entire bed had lifted into the air (it's not how you're picturing it: imagine you're sitting on one end of a wobbly bed, and the further you get to the end, the opposing end rises due to your weight). I didn't understand how the man Jasper was talking about could have known that, nor what he was talking about in the first place, nor why it mattered, but it definitely mattered to Jasper. He said that "of course he believed me over some dude he had never even met," and he kept acting as if though this was something that I needed to watch out for, and that if I wasn't careful with the jumping-into-the-rope then I was going to die like my dad did, or I was going to accidentally hurt the animal as well. I was completely confused!
A little context before we begin. I am a professional didgeridoo player, often performing in front of crowds of thousands. From the Australian Outback, to the Sahara Desert, I have played many a venue. On this night, I was walking alone through the 4th Astral Dimension, which took the form of a wasteland. It was a cold night, like the time I'd spent in the desert. I've never felt cold like that in a dream before. Then, I realised I had my didgeridoo, so I took it out and began to play. Within minutes, grass sprouted from the ground, and life seemed to seep into the surroundings. Trees grew and birds began to sing as I played. Then, it happened. My soulmate entered the realm, and I sat there dumbfounded. "You must not stop playing," she whispered quietly in the moonlight. As I had stopped playing, the trees had begun to wilt around me. I started up the tune again, and life resumed. The sun rose and then she sat beside me as the world began to grow. I couldn't speak to her without ceasing my song, but I knew she was as content as I was to sit there in silence. Soon, we would join together. A stream began to flow through the forest I had grown, and we basked in its cool waters. I knew that if I stopped playing, the dream would end, but I knew the girl would like to see a different kind of didgeridoo at some point. I decided I would take my chances, so I ceased the song. She stared at me with a look of distaste, but a look of longing. The dream faded....
With Kristi at my old home in WV. She is supposed to move into the Hicks' home. We drive through water and she takes me to a kind of magical place. Some guru named Sevin or Savin or Sevan is surrounded by admirers. It costs $52.50 to have a session with him. She does it and I wait for her. She said it was amazing and that she will have some trouble in her new home because of Nathanael (they don't know each other in real life). I find myself back there hanging with Savin and he is quite magical, I thought I may be able to get some real insight about myself. But he wanted money. I said I wasn't ready yet. Then he told me to get out. He turned cold and told me to leave. As I'm leaving I realize I have 2 cats with me in glass boxes. I check the boxes and one is missing. She got out somehow. I found her floating in the water. She was ok. I realized that they are always what is most important.
Lived in a high rise, same neighbors. Hair up in a wrap, cool skirt, hanging with neighbor P by her pool on her balcony. We have a view of a canyon and she is talking about a really great restaurant but I can't see it. I feel her hand on my hip. Her husband and kids jump into the pool. My husband are talking about a trip to France. They want to go too. He said he would wear her out. I started to walk home. Across the balcony, in front of other units and then realized I was on the wrong floor. I had to go up one (or was it down, I can't remember). I walk in and Husband is on a recliner watching TV.
I am on an old, achingly familiar road. There are tall, vividly green trees on either side. The pavement is cracked and dusty, giving way to pockets of dirt and loose stone. Initially I am in my car, but it is difficult to gain momentum. When I finally do, two teenage boys on bicycles ride recklessly out into the road. I swerve to avoid them, and in doing so I realize I am not so much in my car, as riding on top of something, which topples over. The boys do not apologize for getting in the way, and I right my vehicle...finding it is no longer a car, but an awkward bicycle made entirely of wood. It is painted ivory and dull red, with a wide, long seat. It is too tall for me to easily mount, so that I run alongside it trying to gain momentum so I can lever myself onto the odd seat. As soon as I have gathered enough speed, I am interrupted again, this time it is a stream of young boar followed by a grubby farmer. In my haste to get out of the way, I strike and stun a piglet. I go to make sure it is okay, and when I turn back, my awkward bicycle has become...a massive riding pig. It is over four feet tall at the shoulder, which connects with a steep-sloped spine. Its skin is mottled pink and brown, dirty and hairy, it has oily leather reins. I climb onto its back but it is hard to control, and before I go too far down the road, I spot two foxes in the trees. One is white, one is red. We make eye contact and they go out of their way to attack me. I kick away the white, and the red briefly latches onto my wrist before I hurl it into the trees. Before I can go more than a few more feet, I am waylaid again, this time by two dogs circling my ridiculous pig mount. One is black, one is white. They are large, and have long, square muzzles and golden eyes. They leap to attack, each latching onto one of my ankles, once again stopping me. Somehow the bow of the pig's rib cage prevents them from getting a good grip on the first lunge, and though they worry at my legs and is almost hard enough to hurt, I feel like it is a warning. I dislodge the white by vigorously shaking my leg, but I have to pry apart the jaws of the black, and in the process I am pulled from the pig's back. Before I can be attacked again, I decide to run up the street to my sister's house. It turns out to be a spare apartment with pale blue walls and blue commercial carpet. I breathlessly try to tell her what happened on the road, but she is distracted and doesn't really hear me. I climb up onto a bunk bed and lay down. It isn't long before a human attacker that only I can see closes in on me, striking me with a leather strap. They only hit me hard enough to make me flinch. After the sixth or seventh strike I catch the leather strap and yank it from their hands. After a couple of minutes a pure white cat with golden eyes walks in through the front door and hisses at me before leaping onto my back. I flail around, wrenching it from me and casting the hissing thing away. I then witness a very odd conversation about my dad selling his house and moving into an apartment with a male roommate, something he is very unlikely to do. He talks about the roommate's payment going through and I try to find a way to ask him why he's moving into an apartment.
Updated 06-15-2016 at 06:21 AM by 54746
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