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    1. Rotting Corpse and My Acting Career!

      by , 04-16-2023 at 02:22 PM
      Had two dreams the other night, one non lucid and one lucid! It's been a veeery long time since I've had a proper memorable lucid dream, I only wish this one was as fun as all my others have been.

      Non Lucid:
      Not really a lot happened in this dream, but it was disturbing nonetheless. I'm sitting on my bed, shirtless, looking down at myself. I notice a few faint bruises forming along my torso, and wonder what I'd done to myself. I shrug it off as me being clumsy, as I do easily bruise all the time, until I look back down again. The bruises are getting darker and larger in real time, going from pale brown patches to dark, almost black, purple bruises that cover majority of my body. I can't do anything but stare in horror as the black trauma on my skin is slowly beginning to become indents, as if it was loose. Then, I'm watching as the skin is rotting off of my body. I'm becoming a corpse before my very eyes, and all I can do is watch.

      Lucid:
      As soon as I fall asleep, I'm thrown into a sterile white corridor, surrounded by a team of people. Some of them are carrying clipboards and wearing all kinds of equipment, while a few others have stage makeup on, like they're straight out of an action movie. We're walking quickly down the corridor and everyone's talking as if something important's going on. Instantly, I know I'm dreaming, but I'm completely freaked out by the fact that I'm in a place I don't recognise, surrounded by people I've never met who are all acting like I'm important. Not only that, but I look down and realise I'm not in my own body. I suss out the situation and, as I'm listening to what the people around me are saying, figure out I'm in the body of an actor who's got a very climactic scene to shoot in about 5 minutes.
      As we continue walking down the corridor, I grab another actor who's in the same scene as me and try my hardest not to sound crazy. I'm trying to explain to her that I'm not the actor they're looking for and instead someone who's asleep, who got mixed up in the situation, and that I need her help. And for some reason, she believes me! Either that or the person I'm pretending to be has got a sense of humour. She tells me no one else on the team will believe me, so I've just got to play along, but she'll help me to the best of her ability.

      We then enter a room, with the producers walking off leaving just the other actors and I by ourselves to do a last minute run through of the script before the big scene. I remember trying my hardest to concentrate to change the dream, because at this point I'm so unbelievably stressed out over the fact I'm not myself and I'm about to ruin the biggest moment of this tv show because I have no idea what's going on. Usually trying to switch to another dream works, but this time I just find myself stuck. I go up to the woman who I was previously talking with and start begging her for the script, because if I'm going to bomb this I might as well make an effort to look like an actor. Another actor overhears me and comes up to me confused, telling me that I should definitely not need the script by now because we're just about to get on set. The woman makes up an excuse for me and goes and quickly gets a script for me to read my lines from, but as the two of us are looking at it, she tells me this is an old version of the scene. All I remember is freaking out, before waking up. I never got to get on set.


      The first dream honestly did not bother me like I now think it should have. When I first woke up after it I didn't even bat an eye, but after writing it out I realise it's a lot more gruesome than I gave it credit for. And in the second, it's honestly kind of pathetic that I spent my first long lucid dream in the past few months stressing over an imaginary problem that I knew was happening in a dream, before waking myself up from the amount of stress I was in. I've really got to do counselling or something....

      Updated 04-16-2023 at 02:25 PM by 99949

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. 10 Jan: Home invaders, chased by Kylo Ren and accidentally act in a novela

      by , 01-10-2022 at 10:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At home, but it looks like my paternal grandma's house. I hear suspicious noises, I go check the backdoor, see if it is locked. It is not even closing properly, but I manage to shut it. Then my mom says she hears the elevator stopping at every floor, so that means we are actually at her house, not grandma's.
      Someone knocks, they say it's delivery of a package, but sounds suspicious. My mom says "Ah, ok" and goes open the door. I yell "no!", but it is too late. Some dude hands over a package and she thanks him. But then he steps in and I know he ain't no good, so I tell him to leave immediately and push him over. Outside are more guys. At first I manage push the first guy back, but the door ain't closing well and they barge in. I panic, but they don't actually resort to violence or seem intent to rob or rape. It's a gang of 3 dudes and a couple girls. They are basically tricksters and just want to fool around, for now. They go around checking our things and I think about what could be valuable and important to me and I try to hide those things. But they spread around to cover more area and I can't keep up. The house is magically very big and has half a dozen halls, each one dedicated to a specific thing, almost like a supermarket with aisles. First area is a library, then there is one for sports, one for entertainment, with a dj and vj set (which attracts the gang leader in particular), then there is an armory, which I try to reach first. But they get there ahead of me and grab some riffles. Fortunately the bullets are all elsewhere and they want to know where. I keep quiet and the leader guy gives up and goes for a different strategy. Goes to the entertainment area and grabs some equipment and starts singing. Then he becomes Pedro A., a musician I loved as a teen. He goes all charming and tries to seduce me. I say his charm won't work on me. So then they decide to go violent and I kick one of them, tell them I am a purple belt in Kenpo and can defend myself. They seem mildly scared but that quickly fades. They know I am very outnumbered. I am also not confident at all in my skills, I don't practice for years. But I find a stick and I attack them with it, knocking them all unconscious, except for a girl. I ask my mom - which I didn't see until now - to help me tie them up. When they regain consciousness, I tell them I am calling the cops and I ask for their names so I can tell the cops. They get very pissed.

      I meet Kylo Ren. He drives a small car. I start flirting with him. He misunderstands and thinks I am harassing him. He gets upset and chases me. I fly away to escape. I fly along the path of the road until I spot some people taking a shortcut through some field and I decide to folllow them and maybe lose Kylo who is after me. The shortcut takes me to a football field where kids are playing. Then just to the side is a neighborhood, which has a familiar vibe to it. I recognize my mom's building among other buildings inthis neighnorhood. I lift off to the 4th floor, to enter the house through the window. But then I spot there is a wood storage at ground floor and I go back to get some as I recall we need wood for the fireplace (which doesn't really exist at my mom's, but anyway...). When collecting some wood, I get caught in the middle of some actors filming a novela. They don't stop because of my presence and so I become accidentally part of it. I leave the wood for later, now I suddenly feel like baking a cake in the novela's kitchen. I grab some eggs and flour and I temporarily put them down on top of the washing machine because they are blocking my passage to the counter. The actors are playing a very rich family who is fighting over properties and possesions and I guess I am their cook. The flour bag is leaking and the machine dirty with flour. The family also sees it and scolds me for it. The head of the family says that shit might damage the machine which is expensive and it will be on me any repairs or replacement needed. And I am like "Damn, they can afford all the machines they want and are seriously making me pay for it. How petty."

      Updated 04-08-2022 at 09:17 AM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. 10 Mar: Hanging out with actors, disneyland like place and lucid sex fantasies in a palace

      by , 03-10-2021 at 10:31 AM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA / AP

      At a space station in the shape of a ring. But not really in it, more like looking it from the outside. They project movies and ads inside the ring's inner wall and are playing a Star Wars movie in it. Turns out I am not in outerspace, but in a movie set. Carrie Fisher's daughter is there and she is a teenager. I find out she has been crashing the set uninvited and unnoticed and she ends up being caught and sent home. Her father in this situation is Nicolas Cage and he comes to get her and scolds her. Next day I am coming to their mansion as a guest and as I arrive at their front door, he is calling her to the car to drive her to school. On the radio someone is talking about her misbehavior and he is still upset by it.
      Anyway, he tells me to go inside and I am welcomed by an old lady, also some actress. Inside, the house is really different from the outside. It is an old victorian mansion in bad shape and also in a mess. Many actors live there as in a commune. There are newspapers on the floor at the entrance, full of dog pee. On the second floor the lady takes me to a dining room with a long wooden table, and there are clothes hanging on ropes from the ceiling. I meet a few younger actresses still going to acting school and they ask me to hang out with them. They discuss great movies, classics and not so classic and debate their virtues and qualities. Then they ask me for favorite directors and I have trouble recalling any. Then they ask me my favorite movie and all I can think about is "The Matrix". They are shocked and then I have to explain that I am a nerd and sci-fi is my favorite genre and that I also love classics and dramas and character movies, but that Matrix played an important role in my teenage years and was the only movie I paid to watch 10 times in the cinema and know all the lines by heart. They have this snobbish attitude like "poor ignorant thing" but I don't care. Then they take me to their school with them and Nicolas Cage is there at the library, dressed up in a past era clothing, doing some monologue to half a dozen students. Since we interrupt it, we are kicked out of the library. They then take me to a sort of playground area. There is a maze and Robin Williams is there playing catch with everyone else. We are assigned numbers and letters and he has to catch the people with a designated letter or number that is picked out by chance. If he catches us, we lose. Although it's a fun game, I am actually afraid when they call my number and he chases me. It feels threatening, So I cheat by climbing to the top of the maze wall to have an overview and I am also kicked out of the game for breaking the rules. I then go to an area that is more like a playground for kids, with slides and carousels and tiny play houses. It is already dark, but some kids are still playing. I decide to enjoy playing to, since I am not allowed in any of these on regular occasions. I have to turn the lantern on my phone on and I chose to go inside a fake diner. It has fake drinks and burgers, made of plastic and cardboard on a table. Then I hear voices on my back and I turn to see some teenagers hanging out on the opposite side of the diner. They are not so happy that I am there too, clearly were enjoying their little secret hanging place. Outside, there is a huge line of kids to go visit the Disney castle that stands tall on top a hill.

      Maybe in the continuation of the previous dream, I am at some big place like a palace with ballrooms and lush gardens. It is crowded and festive. People are drinking and talking loud. At some point a big group is heading to a staircase to a lower floor and some girl in crotches is trying to break her way through them. Me and others tell her she better to go through a different path or it won't be easy. But she is rude to us and insists on going that way, so she ends up being dragged by the crowd which was pushing aggressively towards the stairs. Me and some folks just have the time to push her to the side or she would have been trampled over. I am also dragged by the crowd to the lower floor. Apparently the party has moved downstairs and I hear a music that makes me wanna dance. I start floating around in the air dancing sensually and entertaining all the guests. Men in particular, seem to be enjoying it a lot. I float to the garden but the music does not follow me there.
      I am half-lucid by now and decide to just play a song in my head, I chose Lamb's "Soft Mistake" from the album Fear of Fours. I see my reflection in a mirror and think to myself I should learn how to dance like this in real life as I am doing some great moves. Then I am at the door of some secretive part of the palace and see other beautiful women dancing. I join them and realize it is some kind of harem. I feel a slight rejection growing inside me regarding being there, and I almost leave, but end up entering a room where an Asian man and woman are making love and they don't feel disturbed by my presence. I actually feel attracted to them and I dance for them, while they make love. Then they touch me and offer me a totally realistic dildo, like a cut-off penis. I am so horny now that I don't think it is weird. I do get lucid at this point and think "do I go on or do I drop it and do something useful instead?"... Well, nah, I didn't. I pleased myself with that dildo until it started to fall apart like grounded meat. But it wasn't real meat, it was Beyond Meat. I had an orgasm and I woke up.
      I wonder what's up with all the masturbating with food... Freud would have enjoyed coming up with explanations.
    4. 15 Nov: Japanese captain, industrial sites, Paul Rudd and hot sex with a friend

      by , 11-15-2020 at 05:00 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid FA/AP

      I am at some old industrial offices or at the bridge of a ship, really unclear, but there is a Japanese guy I know and for whom I have a crush. He is the captain and he is studying some charts. There is a sense of urgency and gravity. The place is a mess, it hasn't been working for years, most stuff is boxed and pilling up without apparent logic. But I worked here before and I know more or less where some things are. Right now the captain needs desperately some millimeter graph paper sheets to make some navigational calculations on it. He is out of his mind because it is impossible to find it in this chaos and no other person has a clue to where it could be. But I say I can find it. He puts all his faith on me and I follow my intuition based on where I saw it last time and most likely places where these blocs of paper could be. I try three places and he is starting to lose faith, but at my 3rd attempt I open a cabinet and below some boxes with bottles of wine, I find a box with the blocs he so needs. He is beyond thankful and I immediately enter into his very restrict circle of trust.

      I am jogging across an industrial area. I come across a couple teenage girls playing with a ball. They decide to run alongside me and I realize they wanna race me. But not in a friendly way, they kinda wanna mock me by making me feel old and out of shape. But I accept the challenge. I control the ball they left behind with my mind and I make it jump around and follow us just to creep them out. At the end of the road there is an abandoned toll booth and I make the ball shoot across the window and break the glass. They freak out and go after the ball because they don't want to be caught by the security guys. I use the chance to disappear. I cross a warehouse that opens to the main street but there is construction work at the street where I usually go out to take the subway, so I have to go through another exit to be able to enter the street. The subway is inaccessible but there are replacement shuttle buses. I meet a friend (I think it's Zilla) at the bus stop and we look for the right bus for us, number 3 I think. I realize I am not wearing a mask and look up for one in my backpack. After I put it, I look for seats but all are taken and I spot a couple of our friends right in the first seats. They are actors, most are not famous, except for Paul Rudd who is among them and managed to stay incognito because he is also wearing a mask. We salute playfully and then we overhear a couple ladies talking something about Laura Dern. Paul looks at me like "I need to say something". He will expose his identity if he does, but he doesn't care. He addresses the ladies to correct the story they were telling. Says he knows her and was there on that occasion. They freeze in embarrassment but they are also excited because it's Paul. They recognize him but can't name a role he played. I want to tell them he is Ant-man but he looks at me like "please don't say it".
      On reaching our destination we make an appointment to meet at Govinda restaurant. I am supposed to go there for some business meeting and then they will join me afterwards. It is important for me, I think I will be offered a job. I just need to take a shower and change clothes. But I cross paths with Marco in front of a building. He looks very good and he is adamant that I have to come drink a coffee at his place. I say I can't right now but apparently he lives at this high end building right ahead. He does not accept a no for an answer so I go, but insist I need to be quick. At his place he starts seducing me and I don't want to fall for it, but I do. He is being irresistible. He kisses me or I kiss him, it is hard to tell and with almost just one movement he gets my clothes off. I insist I can't, that I have to go to an appointment, but I lose control and don't care anymore. I feel a bit self-aware as I put on a bit weight, but he does not care, he is a big guy. He grabs me against the wall with total ease and penetrates me. Let's say he is big in all senses. It hurts a bit so then he lays me on the carpeted floor and asks me if I am ok. He continues more gently as not to hurt me. I kick a popcorn bowl he had on a glass table to our left. I make a big mess. His house is intelligent so a tv screen turns on and his AI asks if he would like it to clean up the mess. He says not now, but I sense he is a bit disturbed with the mess. His house looks like an immaculate temple and I am all sweaty and covered in popcorn. When we are done, he immediately cleans up everything and I go take a shower which I desperately need. He offers me a beautiful dress for me to wear, so I can still go to my meeting if I want to. But now I don't want to go. I plan to take him to bed once I am cleaned up and just stay there the rest of the day with him.

      Updated 11-16-2020 at 05:19 PM by 34880

      Categories
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    5. Filming with a Television Personality

      by , 12-03-2019 at 10:15 AM
      Morning of December 3, 2019. Tuesday.

      Dream #: 19,342-02. Reading time: 1 min 40 sec.



      My dream begins with the instinctual anticipation of wall mediation, the usual maneuvering between dream space and waking space. There is no imaginary proprioception as cognitive arousal dominates my transition in this case. I sit on a bed in an unknown location without my waking-life identity. I read details in a newspaper for two television shows. I am to participate in the filming of a new series that involves a casual conversation with a celebrity. The “gatekeeper” (personified preconscious) between dream space and waking space is an unfamiliar Australian actor.

      I stand up when I see the word “EXCITE” flashing in midair (an instinctual association with cortical arousal). Even though I am in an indoor setting, the whole wall is open directly to the street, and an oncoming jeep is carrying the actor to my location. The preconscious simulacrum is a passive rendering. He sits on the bed as we talk about the conditions of his environment. “What is it like to live in such a hot, dry climate,” I ask him - as if I live in a different region. He talks about himself and his status. At this point, I notice a big cardboard box near the bed (compartmentalization of the process) that contains outdoor features such as grass, rocks, and small shrubs. There is also a seemingly tame Australian possum running around in the box. This feature is meant to induce recall of my waking life, as Zsuzsanna had a pet possum while we were writing to each other, but the heat (in real life) makes cortical arousal sluggish. Instead, I ask the man if all possums are as tame as this one. He answers in the negative. He seems slightly impatient.

      The processing changes back to cognitive. The simulacrum subsides for a time. I read about the actor in his fictitious television series from years previously, though the preconscious process heightens to the imaginary inference of intrusion. I read the name of the show as “Bryant’s Bandits” (typical redundant dream state phonetics like “Tony Karoni” from years ago).

      I instinctually try to reinduce my dream with water reinduction as virtual melatonin mediation. I teleport to a big lake. The actor is seemingly filming a new episode of “Bryant’s Bandits,” which is about men on a submarine with him as the captain, though they are not criminals but military. He stands atop the submarine while his men stand on the shore. The sleep-wake mediation becomes preconsciously authoritative, so I let myself wake into another hot day.


      Categories
      non-lucid
    6. 13 Nov: Grandma's, filming a commercial and superheros

      by , 11-13-2019 at 12:04 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      My grandma's house is back in the family. I am asked to spend a few days in it and I ponder moving there for good with my animals. I comment with someone that unfortunately the gym in that village has some type of martial arts but only in a shitty schedule that I can't attend and that may influence my decision to move there.

      I am a pretty confident actress trying to make it. I walk into a studio where I am going to shoot a commercial. I cross path with a kid I know from a Star Wars movie as an extra. The commercial is about a delivery service but for some reason I have to sit on a toilet behind a guy sitting at a desk at an office. I am pretty sure nobody wanted to shoot this embarrassing commercial. I feel extremely embarrassed. Then I go to the toilet for real and I am attacked by some jealous girl with a knife. We have an ugly fight and I slash her shirt and she eventually gives up, but she tells me she was sent by a group of people determined to hurt me because somehow they are jealous of me.

      The Avengers are now old. Even Superman is a retired ill man. But there is a world threat and they are called back to action. They say to call the Incredibles instead, that they will handle it. There is also some dude called General Radical (his name) and they want to call him to, but he is a kleptomaniac. When they knock on his door he is proud to show the stuff he is been stealing. He is proud of it.
    7. 31 May: Sick at a GoT set and school reunion

      by , 05-31-2019 at 01:59 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Visiting the GoT set with the cast, been snacking with Daenerys (I don't even watch GoT!).
      Night is falling and people are going to sleep, right on the set, like a big camp. One actor challenges me for a jazz dance on the floor. I also try bonding with a cat who cuts my face real bad with his claws. As I clean the wounds I start swelling. I panic, but there is an MD and he examines me. He removes something from my neck that is kind of a yellow jello foam.
      I enter into shock and he lays me down, turns me over, injects something in my buttocks, then inserts a probe up my ass until I feel it reaching my throat and I start vomiting more of that yellow foam like there's no tomorrow. I feel relieved. He says that's what had been hurting me for some time.

      At a campus in London I re encounter school friends. We attend and art presentation, I spot Mara with a friend. I talk to someone from my university who is telling me stories about all the troubles he is getting with job interviews. Then I take a bus, it only costs 12 cents, find it cheap.
    8. Acting, Puppies and Kiss

      by , 11-17-2015 at 09:28 AM
      I'm at my school, in the library, acting in a movie or a play. I'm playing one of the main characters. At one point I, or my character, can't sit down at my normal seat because nobody likes me now, so they aren't letting me, and they put their hands on the table to stop me. A bit later I'm doing something I remembered from the script I had to do, and it is sort of an awkward thing to do, and after I do it half the people there start laughing. I figure I must have done it wrong. I say, "it wasn't that funny," and then everyone in the room starts laughing, and I feel slightly awkward.

      After the day of filming (?), I'm with my brother Adam and Mum on this white platform, that's sort of high, maybe a little more than a foot above the ground, and it has a short railing around it. Adam goes to borrow a puppy from the SPCA which is just down the steps and round the corner. He comes back with an adorable fluffy black-and-brown puppy. I take some photos of the puppy, until he starts trying to lick my phone. Adam takes the puppy back. As I'm starting to leave, he comes back with another puppy, slightly smaller than the other one but I feel that this puppy is somehow scary, because it seems vicious, even though I can't see its face. I'm like, "not another one," but it doesn't matter 'cause I'm leaving anyway. I go down onto a little boat that Dad and a few other people are standing in, chatting. The boat is similar to the platform in colour and the railing it has. The water comes up to the top of the railing, but somehow hasn't come onto the boat. I look out at the water, which is really blue and sparkly. I imagine what we would do if a tsunami came then, and if we'd have to time to drive away and be safe. I see a little ripple come towards us across the water, and everyone on the boat notices and start discussing it. Then we feel an earthquake, and Mum's with us too, and she seems really scared. Dad says, "It's over there!", pointing to a hill on the other side of the road (which is I guess right next to the water). "Look at all the corn blowing!" Because the corn blowing on the hill indicates to us that the earthquake is happening there.

      I'm with a young, maybe 10-year-old girl, and I think also my real-life friend Riley. The young girl has written a script from a book, by typing it all out so we can make a movie of it, or something. I don't think I ever hear her say anything besides "Yes" - when I ask her if she typed the script out from this book, and when I ask her if she edited it at all. She never says a single other thing. Then we're sitting down, three or four of us, and another girl says to the young girl, "I've never called you Mamie," and I 'remember' or 'realise' that this girl is Mamie Gummer (the actress) as a 10-year-old, or playing a 10-year-old. And then Riley is singing along to a song that's playing, so I start singing it too.

      I'm sitting on a bench, by the road near my house, with Riley and Mamie Gummer or whoever she really is. A boy is on my right, and I notice he is leaning on my leg with his elbow. I figure he must be coming onto me, maybe he likes me. I sort of turn to face him, and he turns to look at me, and we look at each other for a moment, and then I go forwards and he comes forward too and we kiss. Really briefly. And then he suddenly pulls away and he's taken my pen. Because he only wanted to do that so he could take my pen and see what was written on it because it said something about the group I was in, or like the Hogwarts House or something. ??? He immediately begins telling his friend about what just happened, how I thought he actually wanted to kiss me. I don't want Riley to hear, 'cause it'll be kind of embarrassing, but then I don't really care because I didn't lose anything - I got a kiss, and I got my pen back. 'Cause he gave it back straight after. So I just use the excuse that I have to go give the phone charger back to Mum and I run home. On the way up the driveway, I see the paddock on the left is flooded, and try to remember when it got flooded (it never did). And then the water goes away all these ostriches who'd been waiting in there all that time start coming out, and I see Big Bird. ????

      The end.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Compactor HZP + RAM + DILD

      by , 05-31-2015 at 08:28 PM (Inner World حلم Gamma Waves)
      I find myself driving with a stranger , we're in what looks to be a red car that just stop at a red light. That's when I had the memory of being in a movie scene. We kept driving in till I find myself on a school bus with my father, we discuss several things. Apparently I was an actor, my grandfather was refusing to accept my father money. He began telling me we need to find a way to convince him to get help. My father then catches a man staring at us on the opposite end of our seat. My father quickly ask what was the man job? He responded saying that it was mowing obama's lawn and that he was skilled at it. My father wanted to know why, the man said why as well.

      This irritated my father and told him not to speak. That's when my father abruptly got up from his seat and walk toward the back of the bus. The man that had made my father left smiled at me. That's when the bus stop and all of us got up from our seats to exit the bus. When I arrived outside I notice the weather was clouded no doubt preparing to rain. The school was surrounded by skinny trees with no leaves on them and somehow I knew I had become a little kid once again.

      My recall remembers parents had force me to attend school again. I ran pass a couple of buses and kids so I could reach the entrance first. Once there I enter inside a notice a lot of other small kids. I decided to keep jogging for a couple of minutes and began thinking to myself that school would be no problem. I had an idea what majority of what the questions would be like. Eventually as time went by I became aware that I was reaching the end of the hallway.

      I began saying I have to start thinking more properly. I walk to a near by blue locker to lean against it so I could take my bag. Something I notice was that my pants had now disappeared and that a boy had turn around kept staring at me with a look I find familiar. I ask the boy what? He then grabs my bag but is unsuccessful in snatching it from me. My face then grows a smirk, I realize that I still had all my adult strength despite being a little kid again.

      I grab his hand that is place on the bag and put pressure to show him the difference. I said did he like that as I could hear him panicking. That is when an accomplice of his came and grab on to the bag. I look at him and became lucid. Now I had better control dealing with the both of them. I push the first boy off to where landed on the ground. The other boy was a bit bigger so I kick him as he lets go of my shirt. I grab my bag and ask why do I always have to fight.

      I look back to make sure they were down. That's when I had an FA. Lucidity Time: 11 seconds

      Updated 05-31-2015 at 09:22 PM by 67903

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    10. Two Fragments: Representational Influences

      by , 08-21-2014 at 07:07 PM
      NLD, first sleep: Several of us are downstairs in a house at night. The front door is wide open. Through an adjacent window, I see a man sitting on a bench next to the road outside, waiting for the bus. Perhaps he tires of waiting, because after a while he gets up and walks right in the front door. I recognize him as "The Vagrant," a character played by Johnny Depp. He wears white face make-up and an old fashioned suit and hat, resembling a mime from the Charlie Chaplin era. I feel hospitable toward him and offer to let him sleep in the wife's room, as she is not home. (I have no sense of who "the wife" might be; there's something impersonal about all the DCs; they are more like roles than individuals.) Someone standing nearby ("the husband"?) gives me a dirty look for leaving the door open and then telling the vagrant he can stay. I don't openly acknowledge the glance, but gives me a sense of foreboding: I don't know anything about this guy, and I've just offered to let him sleep in one of the upstairs rooms. If he turns out to have ill intent, we'll be leaving ourselves vulnerable when we go to sleep.

      Scene change. There are about three of us upstairs now on a sort of balcony, in addition to the vagrant, who is swinging on a rope. He has not said a word since entering the house, and I start to wonder if we should be worried about his intentions. I consult the DM, who is not physically present in the scene: "If I do 'sense alignment', is it blatant?" It feels as though I ask the question aloud, but in a way that does not manifest audibly in the dream scene -- I'm asking OOCly (out of character). The DM confirms that, yes, the effect would be blatant, meaning that I can't cast the spell on the vagrant without him noticing, either because I have to make distinctive invocations and gestures, or because he would be able to subjectively feel the mental intrusion. I don't want to cast the spell if the vagrant will be aware of it, because at this point I already strongly suspect that his alignment is not on the "good" spectrum, and I don't want to alert him to my suspicions. After the vagrant leaves off swinging, one of the other players on the balcony asks the DM if she can use the same effect on the rope that he has just let go of. She's trying to be clever: a rope, obviously, won't notice anything amiss or feel itself being scryed on. However, she seems to be missing the obvious, so before the DM has a chance to respond, I scoff jokingly, "You can't 'sense alignment' on a rope!"

      Note: I'm interested in the way dreams can take on aspects of other forms of representation. Mine are often heavily influenced by structural elements from films, video games, and even tabletop gaming, the first and last of which were strongly present here.

      NLD, second sleep: The fabric of the dream was very thin and immediately frayed upon waking because I did not keep still enough. There was an elaborate plot that I wasn't able to piece back together. However, I was with a group of people that were playing costumed characters, acting out scenes that were somewhere between a play and a LARP.

      Afterwards, an actor who is a dwarf (of the genetic, not the fantasy variety), comments to me about his disinterest in playing out live-action versions of stories he has already filmed or done on stage. "Kid, we want to see it, or we want to hear about it. We don't want to live it. We've already done that."

      Note: This dream appears to have been incubated by the thoughts I wrote down after the last dream about the various representational formats that have been an influence on my dreaming. Dream would like to remind me that I left out plays and LARPs. Thanks, Dream, I guess my dreaming is also influenced by plays and LARPs (even if I haven't engaged in either since the '90s). Anything else?

      Updated 08-21-2014 at 08:14 PM by 34973

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    11. Trying to Fly to Actor's House

      by , 04-16-2014 at 07:44 AM
      I was at my cousins' house, which is just up the road from where I live. I guess I must have gotten bored, 'cause I started flying off a cliff, concomitantly realising it was not real, and thought of my plan to, next time I became lucid, take my friend to LA to find her favourite actor. So I called her down from the top of the cliff and she flew down and I told her my plan, and she agreed and we were trying to decide whether to teleport, fly, or take an aeroplane. Okay, decided to take the plane; we'd at least know we'd end up at the right place and wouldn't get tired of flying and fall into the sea or something, so we flew to the airport, on the way going through the school where I flew under a bench where a girl we knew happened to be lying, and then I flew under another bench upon which the girl's twin sister was sitting (she does have a twin sister). Then someone said "They might as well not be brothers-in-law." (I think she meant twins, but whatever.) And then my friend started laughing because she found what I was doing funny.

      At the airport we hadn't any luggage to put in the luggage place so I said "Let's imagine what luggage we'd like to take," and my friend said, "I want to take my MP3 player!" I said "No, I mean imagine your whole luggage and it should appear here." Then it did, and then my old maths teacher came by and said something nasty about a bag we had that was ugly and smelt bad or something, and I said "That isn't ours! That was already here!" and then I realised it was ours - my friend's - but we laughed and said "Shh!" Not like we would tell HER that; not any of her business.

      And then we tried to teleport onto the plane, but it didn't really work. So then we flew somewhere else, to the edge of the land I guess, where it had this cage with a mini island inside it and then ocean, and we flew over the top and all this random stuff happened, with a random baby thing that two of my brothers were awed by because it was like an almost-complete replica, the way it acted anyway, of a baby from some game or something. And then we tried to teleport to the actor's house from there but we had to hide a balloon from my parents and my piano teacher, and we weren't sure whether to tell my brothers to tell Mum and Dad that we had gone and blah-blah-blah, or to just GO. So we ended up not even getting there.
    12. First lucid dream: The Actor in the Shower

      by , 07-26-2011 at 05:08 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was staying in a dormitory. It is unfamiliar. I saw a local actor in our country (L.M.) downstairs, across the... uh, side-lawn?? He's on the way to the showers. He was with another person, who is unfamiliar to me.

      I went to the showers to take a bath. All are taken, or some are not working. LM is still there, so I instead went to take a bath with him. I noticed the walls and realized I was in a dream. LM became J.A. But then everything became hazy and white. I then commanded "Clarity." Didn't work. I tried again. No go.

      Then I tried moving around, but then I heard someone say that whatever I do in the dream, I will also do with my body. I "woke up," and noticed I was in a different room, with some friends, some of them are girls. I recall some trees outside the window.

      -----

      Notes:

      I did around 5 or more reality checking, but they were not that phenomenal. I guess I just got used to it. I also listened to reality checking and MILD mp3 on my way to sleep, but it's in shuffle mode with other mp3, music and motivational sounds.

      Updated 07-26-2011 at 04:25 PM by 47454

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    13. Depp and Matsumoto Battles, Late For the Job, and the Singalong

      by , 07-24-2011 at 04:07 AM
      DATE: July 22, 2011
      LUCIDITY: 1/5
      COHESIVENESS: 2/5
      FUN/AWESOMENESS RATING: 1/5

      The whole dream was set in an unfamiliar building somewhere next to an old highway or railway, with many other people present.

      At some point in the dream, Johnny Depp and his supposed rival had to fight against each other for supremacy, by repeatedly running and colliding with each other. A couple other rival actor pairs were doing this, one of which involved Matsumoto Jun, I think.

      Then I was a police officer and I was a few seconds late for duty. I tore out of the building and down the short pathway to where I was supposed to be stationed at the edge of the highway, but my boss was crazy about punctuality and I was punished for being several seconds late. There was some kind of emergency or chaotic event going on in the area, so they had desperately needed all officers' help and that would explain why they were pissed off about my lateness, even if it wasn't that bad.

      In another part of the dream, a guy sitting across from me tried to initiate a singalong, and for the first few seconds my voice was weak and shaky and I sounded far worse than usual. I don't remember what song we were trying to sing. There were a few others singing it with us.

      I think in part of the dream I was fighting with some friends, but my memory of that part is too hazy to form into words. Darn my laziness, it's so much harder to recall the details with so little recent practice : <
    14. Meeting my Father

      by , 06-15-2011 at 05:31 PM (Brainy Vapours)
      I've hired a private investigator to find my father. She finds him quite quickly, which surprises me. I meet her in some sort of empty grey nondescript kind of room, we sit at a table. She lays out all these papers in front of me, and tells me that he has been going by the name of Joe, which is not his birth name. Some of these papers are pictures, and I am shocked to be looking at the image of the man that is supposed to be my Father. The man looks nothing like I thought he would look like. I've never seen the face of my father though, not clearly, so I suppose there is no reason for this feeling. One of the pictures is strange, it looks a bit like an animated .gif image that cycles through a few head shots of him. The investigator tells me that there isn't very much family resemblance, which doesn't surprise me. I've always looked like my Mom.

      She tells me that Joe is working as an actor on a British Soap Opera/Comedy kind of production, it reminds me a bit like "Fools & Horses", and that he's actually doing quite well for himself. I am surprised at this, as from what I've heard of my father, he wasn't the type for such an extroverted profession.

      Flash forward to the meeting. I don't know where we are, in a trailer of some sort maybe. It seems dimly lit and there are wood panels and brown carpet. We're talking, but not about anything in particular. I can tell he's uncomfortable and doesn't want to talk about any issues or hard questions. He talks about his work mostly, then finds an excuse to leave the room and I am left with his girlfriend.

      His girlfriend seems fairly nice. She's an attractive blond that is much younger than him. She is dressed kind of boho chic I guess. We make polite conversation. She tells me a few things about him, including why some of his ear is missing (I don't remember the reason) and that leads us to talking about plastic surgery, which she seems really interested in. She asks me to get us some ice cream from the freezer. It's a crazy complicated and extensive compartmentalized freezer with at least 10 different slots for ice cream. The slots are all filled up with all kinds of novelty ice creams, much like you would see on an ice cream truck. I don't know which to pick. My father isn't much help, telling me to just pick whatever.
    15. Lucid Dream 175: Warranted Revenge....

      by , 02-04-2011 at 08:31 AM (KingYoshi's Dream Journal...My World is Different)
      February 3, 2011
      Lucid Dream 175: Warranted Revenge
      Series: Star Power, Episode 1
      around 6:30pm
      WILD



      I had a few uninteresting normal dreams last night. I decided to attempt a WILD during a nap and this is what happened...

      I began to feel the body buzz and soon SP fully set in. There were flashes of a beach and ice cream and some other random stuff I can no longer remember. A dream scene started to slowly come into focus. It was blurry, but I could see a man hovering over me. A narrator began to speak as the man started raining hay-makers, rocking my head against the ground in the process. Narrator, "Everyone has those moments...where they feel like all is lost...like their down and out...your life flashes before your eyes and you think about all the choices you have made to this point...wondering where you went wrong...many accept defeat...killing themselves from the inside out...me...I do things differently..." The dream had seemed to have stabilized.

      Since I was absolutely getting my ass kicked the entire time the narrator was speaking, I thought it would be silly to just stand up like nothing was wrong. I slowly rolled up to one knee and the guy (who appeared to be a gang member) kicked me in the face, knocking me flat one my back. I spit out a mouth full of blood and rolled over to my side. I spotted a good size shard of glass laying on the ground next to me. I stealthily snatched it and began to laugh at my attacker. He up beside me, hovered over my face and said, "What the f*** is so funny b*tch? You haven't had enough?" I immediately spit in his face and sank the glass shard into the back of his foot. I then ripped it through his achilles tendon, causing him to topple over in agony. I scrambled to my feet and scanned the area. I pulled a nearby road sign out of the concrete and beat the guys head to mush. I took his gun and began performing some stabilization techniques. Everything seemed very clear and vivid. My friend Ryano came running up to me and asked if I was ok. I told him that the guy had pistol whipped me before I could get any information from him. Ryano looked at the dead guy and muttered, "Damn!" I then took off down the street and soon the dream scene changed.

      I was in a building with white walls that were lined with a zebra-like black stripe pattern. I came upon a section of the building that had many mirrors set up. I heard someone approaching, so I ducked down behind a structure and located the person using the mirrors. It was Ryano. He was talking on a radio to someone. Ryano, "Russell couldn't get the job done...No, he is dead...I don't know, his brains are splattered along the f***ing sidewalk...Don't worry I handle it myself..."
      Somewhere around here I lost lucidity. I snuck around behind Ryano and put a gun to the back of his head. I whispered in his ear, "Traitors burn in hell." I then pulled the trigger before he could get a word out. He dropped dead, face first. There wasn't any actual gunfire, noise, or a wound, but he was dead. I grabbed his pistol and took off running toward the front of the building. 5 well dressed agents closed in on my position and we engaged in an intense gunfight. Again, no actually shots were fired, but people dropped whenever I hit them. After taking care of the agents I hauled ass toward the front of the building. I suddenly fell fast first, because I had been shot in the back of the leg. As I hit the ground, I turned a shot the agent who had popped me. I scrambled to my feet and began limp/running to the front of the building where I heard, "Aaaannnndddd CUT!" There was a film crew and the front and we all had been acting out a movie the entire time. The director spoke for a few moments, but I don't remember what it was about.

      The next thing I remember, I am at a very fancy movie theater. I'm with Cort who was wearing a white dress, white gloves, a diamond necklace, and a diamond tiara. She looked absolutely stunning. I was wearing a suit. We were watching a movie scene that contained myself, Denzel Washington, and Ian Mckellen. We were in a office that looked like it belonged to a very wealthy man. Mckellen was sitting behind a desk, me and Denzel were standing in front of the desk. My character was watching the door and Denzel began to speak. (I don't remember all of the dialogue, but here is some of it)...Denzel looked pissed as he spoke, "Did you really think you could just ship me off and the past would never catch up to you?" Mckellen replied, "It was to protect you. We..." Denzel interrupted with an angered voice, "Protect me from what? You weren't protecting me. You were protecting yourself!" Mckellen was now raising his voice. He slammed his fist on the table and stood up, "We raised you like you were our own. Gave you everything you could ever want! Loved you like any parent would!" Denzel smiled and replied, "What about Teressa...Jermaine...little Michael? You left them to die. Never even mentioned they were my family." Mckellen sighed and calmly said, "It couldn't be helped." Denzel then pulled his gun and pointed it at Mckellen's face. Mckellen gave a faint smile and spoke, "Are you going to shoot your own father?" "You aren't my father." replied Denzel as he pulled the trigger. Mckellen fell face down onto the desk. My character spoke, "We need to go...NOW!" There were some action scenes next with some gunfights and whatnot. The movie abruptly stopped during the action scenes.

      Some people in the theater began screaming and pointing at the ceiling. There was a massive crack in the roof and it was slowly growing. We exited the theater immediately, and I met up with Chris R, Sardaddy, and Just H. We took a smoke break and talked about the movie (which was the premier of my first big supporting role). The movie was called "Warranted Revenge." I awoke during the conversation.

      Series Details
      "I thought I told ya...I'm a STAR...you see that ice...you see them cars...." In the dream series, "Star Power," I take on some of the most glorified positions in the world. Living the life of the rich & the famous. A movie star, nfl star, rock star...you never know what I will be next,so stay tuned for more entries to the series!

      Updated 03-20-2011 at 08:27 AM by 22654

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