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I was in my house with two of my sisters. It was a cold evening, we were in the living room. I was holding a short bow. I shot and the arrow hit a wall, going deeply inside it. Younger sister went there and took it out - it left a huge hole. I couldn't hold control over the bow and shot again, this time at a ceiling.

We decided to join with rest of our family and went to a small stadium where a movie night was happening. We took our seats and the movie started. Suddenly I found myself in the movie. It was a sunny day. I was inside some modernly furnished house. I had a strange feeling that something is wrong. Looking to the kitchen I saw my sister standing motionless. I used backdoor to get out of house without her noticing me, but saw that the way out of backyard is blocked by my neighbors, also motionless. I went back to the house and tried to sneak up to my room for something to defend myself with. Suddenly one of the steps in stairs creaked and sister moved towards me. I ran to bathroom and took some wooden log to fight. She opened the door, I knocked her out with wood and took her by legs. She was light as feather and I could easily carry her around. I sensed someone in the kitchen - it was the mother. I jumped inside there and used sister as a cudgel. Mother looked like a rotting corpse, she caught the sister and said "Nice idea..."

I found myself back at movie night, though in different place. I went back to my seat and watched.

The man navigated a cavernous subterranean maze, a confusing warren of suffocating tunnels leading to an abyss which true heights and depths were shrouded by its inky darkness. The tunnels in the cavern walls might lead upward but to reach them he had to cross great expanses on narrow and rickety wooden bridges. Even then, tunnels were treacherous and often deceptive, seeming to lead upward and outward only to lead deeper into the maze.

He could only see a few feet in front of himself and if he paused too long to consider his course of action the sentient, seeking darkness would become aware of his presence and destroy the bridge where he stood, for it could sense the light he emanated and sought only to eradicate it.

He had no idea how long he’d been underground, but it finally happened!
He clawed his way up through a chimney-like tunnel and found the ground floor!
There were windows!
He could see the sky! All wondrous and bright blue and beautiful over an evergreen forest.
Two doorways stood before him and he didn't have long to choose, so he chose the one nearest the window, thinking it would lead out into the glorious OPEN.
Oh, it did, but not how he had hoped, for on the other side there was a balcony. The door snapped shut and locked behind him. I could feel his tremulous, keening panic. As a ghostly bystander, I tried to reassure him that all hope was not lost. He could still jump, that the drop was no more than 8 feet from the balcony to the forest floor. Although he sensed me there, he shook his head to himself and remained convinced he couldn't make the jump because he had injured his leg in the climb.
After an eternity in the dark there was no retreat and no advance.
His despair was immediate and exquisite, he berated himself harshly. How could he be so stupid? He couldn’t even choose the right door! Especially now when it mattered most.

So, exhausted beyond all measure, he leaned against the railing and wept silently into his hands, knowing that now there would only be view of the open and no real escape.

I was in a house & the whole dream was so full of twists & turns that it was ridiculously complicated that even I couldn't sort it out to write it down, lol. Not lucid though.

My mom, another person, and I were driving motor cycles around town. Mine was neon green and black. The other's were yellow and black and orange and black. My mom rode on the back wheel all the way up the road. We were all going kind of fast. We did a short loop around town before we got back. I was relieved because I had't driven a motorcycle before and didn't know how to drive it very well.

I take my hand off of the silver car as the engine starts up, and turn away from the car as well as my brother. I begin to fly upward in the direction of a large pine tree. As I ascend and head toward the brancehs, my awareness begins to raise. I finally land high up on the branches, and turn back down to look at where I had flown from. Something feels a bit strange...surreal. I do a quick glance at my hand, but it's not very necessary; it hits me: I'm dreaming! I repeat to myself with the realization: "I'm in a lucid". I look at the pine branches and notice how vivid and blue they are. I glance up at the sky as well and take in the blue hue. I look downward and get a glimpse of the house I had flown from. The visuals quickly collapse, yet I hold awareness, and become determine to hold my awareness all the way through. I tell myself "Eric stay in this" then tell the dream "last an hour...last an hour". I continue to hold awareness in this void state, and remind myself mentally that it's just a 'loading area for another dream'. I rub my hands constantly to anchor. After some time I begin to imagine myself paddling a surfboard, and a wave finally reaching me and catching me. The feeling is interesting, but visuals don't kick in. I then decide to pretend I'm riding a skateboard. Again, no visuals. I suddenly realize I'm in a white tunnel/massive empty area and see a dark figure of a person begin to appear a distance away. I lose lucidity as the dream forms, and see myself walking toward my point of awareness with athletic clothing, and a slight limp as if I had hurt my left side. A tunnel area is fully formed at this point. The dream quickly jumps to an interesting fragment in which I'm explaining the lucid dream I just had to a middle aged man. He's wondering if it's a shared dream I experienced, and I explain how real it felt.

Not a lot of physical details to this dream. I went into it with the idea of all those subliminal messages and affirmations one can listen to when they sleep. I'm having a nap and I put my headphones on with a playlist from youtube of swlf affirmations on. This stuff usually bleeds through inyo my sleeping mind so I was preparec when it dis and grasped onto the affirmation with a lucid effort to take it a step farther. It was like an inward journey with me taking the affirmation and directing it intentionally into my sub conscience. Of course I don't know how to do that but that's the magic of dreams. You don't have to know how it's going to work as long as you believe it will. I focused as hard as I could on the affirmations, not the dream. It was like sleeping but being completely awake and meditating on a particular thought. I imagined feeling a bit dizzy from the effort of trying to reprogram my head.
I've just read that buhdist monks and eastern Hinduism used licid dreaming as a tool for spiritual cominion and growth. Now Im wven morr interested in what I can do with these dreams.
No time for edits so hope this is legible

Starting to have a hard time remembering my dreams so it's time to start writin' 'em down again.

Took a nap and had a dream that I was. The bunny from zootopia (whatever her name was). I had just come to the city and, as I knew I wasn't "really" the bunny, I knew I wanted to change some of the movie to make it more fun for me. Instead of getting a small apartment to myself, I roomed with clawhauser.

At some other point, there was something about an aerial race that was about to begin, but the area was covered in a smokey cloud cover, so they needed someone to clear it out. I was there pretending to be a pilot, but I really wasn't. I wasn't planning on actually flying, but then they selected me to fly up and disperse the clouds. It was either fly a plane that I didn't know how to fly, or out myself as not really being a pilot, so I just got in the plane and tried my best. I kept making dangerous mistakes, but the crowd mistook them as being intentionally dangerous stunts, so I dispersed the clouds without suspicion.

Sometime later, I'm playing WoW and my character is in a four-story wooden building with two other player characters. All the NPCs here are male dwarves. There's one repeatable quest (although the ! mark is yellow) which is just a race between everyone else to find 5 candles before everyone else. There really isn't much in the way of quest rewards- it's just a fun little thing to do with friends. I'm a Druid and I use my travel form (which was the old one- a cheeta)(inside) or my cat form plus aspect of the cheetah, which made me as fast as my travel form. I'm with a shaman who uses their wolf form, and a warrior, who apparently also has some kind of faster animal form.

Sometimes the candles trigger monster attacks and you have to defeat them before you can continue finding candles. There was some kind of smallish shadow dragon thing on the top of the building that was a boss. We mostly avoided him, but once I accidentally ran out onto the top of the building and got very close to him. I probably aggroed him, but I don't really remember what happened except that I was kind of an "oh crap" moment and that my teamates were standing in the doorway.

Open Eye Visualization
Friday June 3rd 2016

-Prep

With eyes open, take long, slow, deep breaths. Feel muscles soften and loosen.
Feel focus and attention sharpen on an object, and then expand attention into the periphery.

Repeat long
slow
deep
breaths.

Smile knowing that this will ground, center, and enhance the sense of well-being and adventure.
Expect nothing.
Enjoy everything that touches the senses.

-Begin

On the surface of the floor or table in front of you, allow an animal to appear.
Then let it do whatever it wants. At some point, call the animal over and offer it a treat, then let it run and play again, doing whatever it wants.

[It's a short-haired, black cat, purring and striding over to say hi. It rubs its head against my arm, then softly jumps down to explore the room.]

Allow another animal to appear, then let it do whatever it wants.

[A puppy appears on the ground. It's a tri-color Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. It hops with excitement, tail wagging, eager to play with the black cat. The cat obliges, using its quickness to pat the Cav's head as the Cav lunges in and out to nip at the cat's paws. They continue this play throughout the space, occasionally pausing to rest.]

Vividly create other animals to join the scene. Let them play along and do what they want.

[As the cat and Cav continue their play, I let a kitten join the scene. It instantly crawls up my jeans and shirt, settling on top of my shoulder, purring and rubbing its head along my shoulder, neck, and chin. It then settles into a comfortable spot on my shoulder, enjoying the space, purring and gnawing with warmth and proud satisfaction.]

Move beyond normal physics and visualize an energy connecting the animals.

[As the animals rest, their energy softens, expands, and fills the room with their warmth.]

[As the animals burst to life with excited play, their energy sharpens and concentrates, bursts forward in the direction of their attention. With each playful pat of their paws against one another, see an energy burst at each touch, like a sparkler at the end of a whip.]

As the animals move throughout the space, use energy streams to connect to them.

When intending to use the energy to push or pull the animals, the energy streams become dark-toned, concentrated, thin powerful lines.

When intending to use the energy to offer appreciation and gratitude, the energy streams become translucent, soft, and expansive.

[I see the cat and Cav chasing each other playfully throughout the space. I send a thin line of concentrated energy toward them, elevating them a few feet off of the ground. They continue playing as if not noticing the change in elevation. Then they pause for a moment, noticing the change, then continue to chase and play throughout the space as though they could fly all along, just waiting for me to release them. The sleeping kitten on my shoulder, raises its head, opens it eyes as if smiling at the scene, then lowers its head back down, lets its eyes close, then purrs back into a comfortable sleep.]

Repeat the steps above to increase the number of pets playfully moving throughout the scene, and enjoy the feeling that it creates.

If feeling adventurous, then join the fun using the same easy-moving playfulness as the animals, or shapeshift into something new.

If feeling expansive, then let the sense of self dissolve into a feeling of inter-connectivity where there is no distinction between self and other. Life becomes one continuous movement and flow. Everything is as it should be.

Continue this exercise until life's responsibilities come calling.

If feeling comfortable and confident, then use one of the animals to ride along during daily tasks or chores, playing throughout the space.

-End
for now.

The beginning of this dream was exactly like the movie "Love" but voyeur style. There was a woman and man in a bathtub in a room of people, passionately making love. At one point I subbed in for the guy, and had slow, beautiful sex for around 10 minutes with this woman. It was the opposite of the usual face paced sporadic nature of my dreams and very cool. After finishing that, I headed out to meet some friends of mine. In looking I found the cast of the office in a field cookng meals from scratch. It was cool to see all their ingredients laid out, and Dwight had live animals in cages to slaughter. From the field I boarded an airplane headed for china with chris. The pilot was chinese and very nervous, and he was sitting in with the passengers there was no dividing wall. As we approached the landing strip, which went out into the water on a giant dock, he got so nervous he messed up. He swooped past and hit the water, and softly plopped down. I was freaking out, I just survived a plane crash! I thanked the man and asked his name before jumping out on a dock we passed by. The people on there told me it wasn't a real plane crash because it was not exciting enough to watch and I agreed. Suddenly I could see the people and animals from the office field as incredibly massive figures on the horizon. That should have been a good indicator I was dreaming but I shortly woke up anyway.

Dreamsigns:
Beautiful Girls
Breathtaking views
The Office
Impossibly large things

It was a sunny afternoon, sky was almost clear and it was quite warm. I was wandering straight on steel, rusty railroad. The railroad was towering high above the ground, standing on rusted steel beams. I got to a place where two railroads crossed and heard a train. I speeded up slightly, then jumped to another track, relieved that I avoided that train. I looked around and from this great height, I had a nice view of my home town.

I started Taekwondo a little over five years ago. I did the same with proper lucid dreaming practice. And for anyone who reads my dream journal, they know that random martial arts fights break out. (Often with me a participant) The one thing setting this apart from other common themes is that the martial arts dreams (I use the term martial arts as a general term since some of the moves used are clearly not taekwondo) is that they are often tied to semi lucid or lucid dreams, while other dream themes. Space themed dreams, for instance, are almost always non-lucid.

I theorize that because I began lucid dreaming and taekwondo at the same time, Taekwondo became mixed up in that phase of heavy learning in the beginning with lucid dreaming, and is now pretty much a permanent aspect of semi-lucid and lucid dreams. Probably should feel happy that I hadn't started say, driver's ed at the same time I began lucid dreaming. Then my life would be a never-ending string of car-crash dreams.

I remember being on the main street of my town. We were under attack by deadpool clones. I think there were 6 or 7 of them, and they all had numbers on their foreheads. They were made by an evil comic book antagonist who was 'testing them out' on our town. I also remember there was a school bus loading up kids who wanted to take them away because deadpool was rated 'R'.

I reached into hyperspace and pulled out the anti-regeneration sword from the comic. (The one I saw on Death Battle) I started fighting them. I remember each of the deadpools had a different aspect of the deadpool amplified. One was super fast, one was super strong, one was extra crazy, etc. The one that was extra fast ran around me and there was a one punch man reference where he tried to kick me and I just held up my fist and his momentum carried his no-no zone into my fist. I think the dream even went as far as to show the 'technical difficulties' screen for a few moments afterward.

I recall at one point attempting to throw a lamp post at them, but super strength has never been my forte in dreams and when I tried to throw it it dropped before it made it to them.

But there was also logic that since they were aspects of the deadpool they all had 1/7th his intelligence of the original and were all as dumb as bricks. That's how I was able to beat them. I remember I got onto the last one who had a blue and black costume instead of red and black. He was supposedly the boss guy. He said something about chimichangas and pulled two burritos out of his pants. He bit two of them and spit out grenade pins then threw them at me. I dodged by hiding right next to my taekwondo studio. I distracted him with a poster of a naked woman that I pulled from hyperspace and threw my sword at him when he was distracted.

He didn't die though, he just became neutral and stopped attacking, and seemed completely uninjured. He made some kind of fourth wall joke, but in the dream that translated into saying something about the dream and making me lucid. (I had already been semi lucid.)

I remember blue deadpool walked off. I was standing outside the taekwondo studio. (I think it was on the wrong side of the street though.) I was lucid, but I was in a bit of a daze. I didn't know quite where I wanted to go with it since I wasn't expecting to be lucid. There were a few people standing outside waiting to be let in, none of whom I recognized from WL. One of them was this really old lady who was only about 4 feet tall and hunched over on a cane. She had a white belt uniform and she said that it was sparring class today, me vs her. It seemed like she was so old and frail she shouldn't be able to lift her leg to kick, but I could tell something was about to happen.

Sure enough, her opening move was to leap several feet into the air (additional note: dream martial arts usually seem flashy and impractical. If you've ever heard someone say that the martial arts in movies are flashy and impractical to make for a good film, well those also seem to be the moves that are used in dreams. Probably because dreams are a visual representation of a conflict or aspect of yourself, like a movie. They're not meant to be like waking life. But I just punched deadpool in the groin, and distracted another with a pin-up poster. Who am I to talk about this.) and attack me with a bunch of kicks. I blocked all of them.

Me: [I knew it. A trick!]
Her: [Hmph! Everyone I know falls for that.]
Me: [I haven't been around as long as you, but I'm no fool.]

She kept attacking me. I played defensive, waiting for her to make a mistake, leave an opening, or just get tired, but she wouldn't have it. I tried going outside her range, but she was too quick to close the gap. Eventually I saw her let up. Jumping snap kick threw her through a loop and tagged her chest. She jumped back.

Me: [I can't believe someone as good as her fell for that old trick.]
Her: [This is the same one who *garbled* Jonathan. Shouldn't have placed my expectations so low.]

I tried to put my foot down. I could tell the fight wasn't over and might have escalated from simple martial arts to including dream powers. But for some reason my right leg was stuck to my pant leg in a weird dreamlike way that left it bent and I was stuck standing on one foot.

Her: [Well put your foot down! Fighting Stance, let's go.]
Me: [I can't... well... this is embarrassing.]

She came over and helped me by putting a magical golden paperclip on my pant leg that would supposedly stop that from ever happening again. I guess the fight was over.

She said something and the dream scene shifted to the beach from my first lucid dream. The old woman said something about reconnecting with the past. I lost the dream the moment after we transitioned and woke up.

D1 - Staying in a small apartment . My partner does something seemingly unforgivable. My daughter is shocked and I feel ashamed. I tell her its over and im leaving, I cannot believe her. She just laughs in my face and says fine, go. I am left feeling desolate as I realise she knows I cannot leave while my daughter is still there. She continues to laugh and goads me into leaving

D2 - I am in a classroom. None of the kids will listen to me and infact two in particular who are talking back to me. They refuse point blank to do anything. Eventually I try to rally the other children to speak up and say why their peers should respond.
On leaving the classroom a manager makes a passing comment that I need to have all my work done and submitted by end of the day. Despite the fact they had seen how unruly my class was they gave no thought of support, the opposite infact lol.

[comment]
These dreams were very unusual as they were very near the mark to actual real life events. All have actually happened.

6.3.16

Last night went to sleep before 8pm. Woke up 3am, remembered these 2 dreams.

DR 1
Someone tells me that my brother is upstairs and he is the last angel left in the heaven. I ran upstairs to my moms bedroom. It looks same as in WL. I feel other entities in there and it's like that's some kind of a portal to heaven. I yell out to my brother "Don't worry, I'm coming to help you fight for the Good".

DR2
I look up and above the almost solid layer of clouds I see a silhuette of alien spaceship. Then there is more of them and their smaller attack ships are flying towards us.

We ran inside where they can't reach us with their "though weapons" and we organize into reistance. I put on my comfy clothes and I'm trying to figure out how to attach my litesaber so it' easily removed and put back. I'm trying to hang it from my left brest pocket button hole.

I hear skype ringing, I ask my dad who is in the living room if he can't hear that. I answer and it's my brother. He says Ididn't call him back about his video message he left me. (he did that IWL yesterday). I tell him same what wrote to him in skype in answer to his video.

2/6/16
Dream 1: I was playing a game of basketball, however I was significantly taller than everyone else (more so than normal hehe, like around 7 feet tall instead of my 6 foot 5) I kept on blocking peoples shots and stealing from them, most of all with little fouls so I was having a very good game. At the end I was talking to my coach when he mentioned something about a recruiter for the state team looking at me.

Dream 2: I was in a lecture theatre I believe where John Haughm, frontman of Agalloch, was giving a lecture. After it finished I went down to him and started talking to him. I asked him a few questions about the band and he sat down with me and we had an in-depth conversation about Agalloch. Overall it was a really nice dream, left me feeling very satisfied until I woke up and realised it was all a dream lol.

Dream 3: I was either in a hospital or reading a magazine dedicated to the opening of a new hospital. The first thing I saw was a girl I used to know who was the first person to give birth at that hospital, there was a photo of her, her dad and her baby. I then had a bit of a tour of the hospital, all in all it was pretty flash with lots of wood panelling and colour.

Dream 4: My brother was talking about elder scrolls lore, in particular about this ape like race that walked really funny.

I am in a large building, a mall. It seems to have two primary sections that consists of a tower like structure including a parking cellar. Between the two tower sections is an elongated section of one or two stories, there are cafés and similar non-hard-goods shops. It is dark, there are a lot of people around that I know. We are there for the bar environment – it is as if it has a clubbing space inside one of the towers towards the ground floor. I am slightly on edge, flaky and restless – though not in a debilitating or severe way. The affective state I think is a result of me being confused about the interior of the building I am having a hard time finding my way about.

In the clubbing area there is a mixture of objects, some that seem to create a square or night-time-economy like feel, like outdoor lamps, signs tables and chairs. But there are also couches and fabric based furniture. There is a dim, but warm light surrounding the place, though the outside bar I am headed towards seem to be illuminated more intensely than the rest of the place. Kaiser is at the bar, I think he is waiting for his father to arrive. I go to sit down.

There are a few instances that occur, though I know not the temporal order.

The first is a reminder that I will have to get out cash, specifically pounds, as it will be easier to pay in the bars and shops if I have maybe 20-30 quid.

I am walking about in the overall mall structure – aware of the two towers layout – but I am confused as to where to go. I seem to find a lot of hallways meant to be behind the shop facades.

I am on the top of one of the towers. The light is grey, dusk. I am on a circular parking lot. There is a huge swing door providing entry to the mall, though it also seems like it is for the cars parked there.

I am walking around the circular lot. There are a lot of ethnic minorities – young people – walking about. They are wearing loose clothing, sweat pants and hoodies and generally seem to come across like gang related individuals. I feel anxious, on edge – constantly monitoring my surroundings to check if they will be attacking or approaching me – paranoid. I keep walking around and I start seeing people looking at me. In particular I remember two people wlking from the peripheral ring towards the centre of the tower, they glance at me and they seem intent on me as well.

Then a car come driving in – it is a light blue, almost turqoise or maybe that is the colour of the parked car, maybe both of them are this colour – and it rams into the side of a parked car. From my perspective there is no doubt it is deliberate. The driver gets out and approach the parked car's owner. I don't see a lot more. I turn around, anxious to get away, I start making my way around the lot towards the swing door entry. As I am making my way around I notice some obstructive structures, like spokes between the centre and the peripheral. As I am walking I notice that by now all the people are looking at me and walking towards me at a slow, but steady pace. And so I speed up and make my way inside.
….

When inside the dream shift theme. I am now in a dorm, a row of beds standing on both sides of the room. It is rather bright and everything in the room is pretty much white. I get the sense I am on like the top floor of the building. In the other beds there are people I know, from my high-school class in particular, but maybe also others from primary school.

Looking up to my left towards the door of the room I see Kirsten Busk enter the room. She looks about smiling asking what we are doing, and I sense she is keen to get moving.

“We are tensing off” – as you would following a yoga session, I say. A woman, next to Anne, turns her head and nods to me and indicate that it was a clever remark.

I am lying next to Anne Tøtrup. She is trying to kiss me, yet I miss the cue and when I try to revive it she is non-compliant. It is a playful encounter, mirroring the general atmosphere and my affective state. Young, free and uncaring – and a tad rebellious against the teachers who are there to make sure we have a safe field trip.

…

There is a skip and in the next room there is a similar set-up to the one just described. Except there is less white, more oakish dark colours as well as light tree. I enter the room and head towards the end of it where the beds are no longer separate but conjoined, which gives them a longer resting area to lie on. On the bed there is a light blue and white striped mattress running the entire length of the bed.
There is a guy with me – he seems dependent on me, or following me to some extent – and I say: “Well we might as well head towards the back, it seemed to work well the last time” in reference to the previously described aspect of the dream. And so I start working my way back.

On the way there I stop up and I see Esther van Santen get in one of the beds. I stop to think to myself “That is Esther” and at the edge of my consciousness I am ware that she is dead.
…

There is a brief session of running parcour, or more specifically I am looking for ways to do it – thinking I am awake. In the end I am at a rectangular exit/window at one of the towers, there is no door or glass in it. I close my eyes and expect to start soaring, feeling anxious.