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    1. With 600 DJ entries, I'm afraid any possible title for this has been used already.

      by , 07-20-2015 at 10:34 PM (Lucid Time!)
      Gawd. This is gonna be my 600th DJ entry. What am I doing with my life...? I remember I changed my color code when I was at around 300 DJ entries and it took me three four hour sessions over the course of five days to change the color code over to be consistent. It was maddening and it took me weeks to weed out the odd dj entries with the old color code. Hopefully I don't tire of this one. The 5-fold color scheme has actually held up well.

      I was at my moms' mothers' apartment building that she was the landlord of. It should have been a dead giveaway that I was dreaming, since she passed away four years ago now, and she was a lucid trigger a couple times. I had an odd semi-lucidity that really leaned to the low end of the spectrum. Nasty yellow color code, go.

      I remember relaxing in her apartment. She was talking about making cookies with me. As cliched as it sounds, that's what I always did with her when she was still alive. Iwl she had a gray cat named Jasper who had no claws.

      In the dream, Jasper was much larger than he had been in waking life. Much larger than any domestic cat; about the size of a medium sized dog. He also had white belly and paws. But he seemed just as friendly and talkative as always. He always used to meow at me constantly (though not really in a mean way, he was just a noisy cat.), and he did so in the dream.

      She took me out back. IWL there was no way to make your way around to the back of the building because there was another property. But in the dream there was a wooden scaffolding/walkway that ran along the backside at the level of the second floor. Also, the building, that had been two stories IWL, was three in the dream. In fact, it was two buildings, and had a small courtyard in the middle.

      We walked along the walkway and she asked me to use my lucid powers to fly up on the roof and turn on the air conditioner. I went up there and there were these two fat old guys that I had never seen before. They told me to go back down that I wasn't allowed on the roof.

      I remembered one of the businesses there was this store that sold crystals, incense and all this other new spirituality age stuff. This store was in the dream too, but it was a third building, and was rotated 90 degrees to its regular orientation. (Most of the businesses in the building she owned were actually taken by things like churches and psychics and stuff.)

      I went in, and there were these two women talking. One was this very tall oriental woman, taller than Manei probably, and dressed in mostly black. The other was a short black woman who was wearing purple and looked a little like my moms' friend. She had the same smiling face. I told them I was just dropping in to see how the store was, since I used to come there as a kid. But I felt like I was interrupting whatever they were talking about and I should leave.

      One of the women told me I reminded her of a character in a The Alchemist; a boy who got hurt and had to bandage half of his face and hide it. (Having read the book, I know there is no such character.) I think she asked me about my wristbands. I told her that they were something that I came up with so that I could tell when I was dreaming and when I was awake in them, since I would only have them in the dream. I also told her that they also have hidden blades in them in case a nightmare or something comes up and I have to fight.


      Two Bslaps for myself. One for not becoming lucid right there. And one for telling the lady about my hidden blades.

      I also remember in the store that all of the crystals and stuff looked exceptionally vivid. I remember how I was thinking about making quartz crystals a dream sign, because I feel like I dream of them a lot.

      I wanted to go back and meet with my grandmother and finish helping her. But I had to go to some kind of class. My teacher from my tech school was in one of the businesses and it was set up like the computer lab from my old tech school. I had a photoshop project to do.
    2. Recurring DC who I'm married to (2)

      by , 06-12-2015 at 07:43 PM
      This is the second dream in which this recurring DC, who is implied to be my dream-world husband, appeared.

      I am living in an apartment block, very modern, futuristic architecture. It’s implied the place was built by aliens, who happen to coexist with humans in my dream world. The apartment block is one I often find to be my ‘home’ in lucid dreams, in a tropical climate, very hot, the plants massive, waxy and exotic-looking.

      I can’t quite remember what I did during this dream, except the part just before I awoke.

      I’m on the balcony of my apartment. I’m just enjoying watching the people running around the pool below, some all jumping in at once to flood part of the side of the pool. It looks like a pool party, but I ’m content to just watch them rather than join in.

      All the apartments seem to be empty, except one a few balconies along from mine. There’s a figure in the window, but whoever it is isn’t coming out. I’m curious as I haven’t actually seen the owner of this apartment before; I’ve met most DCs who inhabit the block.

      I go through my apartment and into the corridor; I see the figure from the window come out of his room, then stop to look at me. I approach him and recognise him from my other dream; as he made a profound impact on me when I saw him in the first dream.

      He smiles at me and invites me into his room as if he knows me. I find it odd he doesn’t introduce himself or ask for my name. He’s very attractive, so of course I go into his apartment. I keep thinking it’s odd that he talks to me like he’s known me for a while, when I don’t even know his name.

      He pulls me to him and we make out. In between kissing when I look up at him, his face keeps changing. My vision blurs, and his features fuzz over, then come back to clarity, and again go blurry. The dream fades out, and I wake up.

      This is the forum post in which I mentioned this series of dreams http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...m-married.html
    3. 8/7/14 Sky, Sex & More Sex!! - Sensei's Competition Night 11

      by , 08-07-2014 at 11:29 PM
      Tonight I took a break from goals and I feel like that paid dividends!..explanation at the end...

      8/7/14***
      11 355am Being chased by a big Ebola virus caricature. He shows up in several locations. Oh no not Ebola again!?? This time in dark house with fireplace going. Previously in another house. Didn't feel particularly scared. Explanation that if he shows up more than 18% of the time, you have the virus? He was like a big long dreadlocks wig standing maybe over 6 feet tall. Weird day residue from the Ebola virus news story. / I am looking up at constellations in the sky and notice one is particularly bright. I point it out to someone and all the sudden it looks very normal no longer super bright and I realize that I'm dreaming. When I first saw it it was like almost as bright as the moon. It was mostly semi circular in shape. I haven't had one of these night sky based DILDs in a while and was excited to see this. Took a walk last night during sunset and could already see some beautiful stars and the moon and afterwards watched two tv shows about space on the
      Science Channel. Anyway, I flew up into the sky wanting to head closer to the constellation but, I started experiencing strong vibrations...possibly day residue from reading Sensei's dream journal. I play with the vibrations trying different levels of softly or more aggressively clenching my eyes to check the effect and I start to see a scene form
      but I lose it and wake up. / I travel through two big rectangular levels of what seems most like an apartment building. I pass many different DC's. In one area on the first floor near where I started there's a party going on that seems somewhat Mardi Gras themed. I give a few head nods to the party goers as we pass. I am with my wife and son. I get down to the end of that hall coming down towards the next level and there is another party going on mostly younger crowd than the previous one. As I am observing the second group I notice my son and wife has left but I retraced my steps and find them and get mad at
      them for leaving me back there not telling me that they were walking away. / there's an appointment before 5pm Wednesday that I need to make for a side gig that is in conflict with my work schedule. / I am in this club-like or party setting and there is some kind of neon sculpture on the wall of a woman's butt. I think about the earlier party dream and the connection between the two seems to be what makes me lucid. I go down to the right and then right again into a little wing of this club or whatever it is and there is this beautiful petite thin black woman sitting between two big black guys. At first I ignore them but then I decided it's a great way to test or prove my level of lucidity to myself and strengthen it...and it's better not to have any interference from any unfriendly DC's. I say something like hey you don't mind if I borrow her for a moment (more like a Jedi mind trick statement...not a question). Cool! I reach over and give a handshake (dc interact) to the big guy on the right. She gets up and approaches me and I asked her to remove her top. She was wearing a bikini-like top and she revealed beautiful smallish perky breasts. I whip off both her bottom piece and my clothes in one TK swoop of my hands as if the clothes were never there. I lift her up and she wraps her legs around me, with me inserted inside of her. I walk around the club lifting her body up and down occasionally on my (ahem) enjoying this awesome scene for a while. I just remembered this detail > I see another woman, maybe latino, with large breasts and I ask her to remove her top and as she does I see man boobs and look up and she is now a chubby black guy. I poke at his man boobs and joke with him in a friendly way. < I walk back towards where I first entered and over to my left is a different wing that looks like a bedroom. I approach it and there is another beautiful woman inside slouching on a bed and the first woman has disappeared off of me. I approach the second woman she has dark hair , she is white and wearing pink lingerie. The bed coverings are also in silky pink. I lay down on the bed and gently start making out with her then straight to intercourse for a little while before
      waking up...I think for real. / I doze back off doing some mental recall but wake into a false awakening and my wife and son is there and I start to tell them about becoming lucid but then I remember that they don't like the idea of "messing with dreams" like that (memory was slow to catch up and I am not lucid). I instead told them about the dream regarding the appointment before 5pm since it is fairly ordinary and it shouldn't take any offense to me remembering an ordinary dream! The transition after the above is not clear in my memory, it must have either another FA or a transition within that last scene but I saw the woman from the bedroom in the earlier dream and instantly knew I was dreaming again! I walked over to her as she was walking away into a hallway and I caught up with her. We started making out they're in the hallway end another blonde woman who was apparently her sister comes out of the bedroom and I start kissing her as well! We are making out (dc interact) in the hall and they start inching me towards the bathroom. For once the DC's are taking charge and I don't mind! We get into the bathroom and it seems as if their idea was for some privacy and I think for a moment about closing the door behind us but remind myself that there is no need, this is all a dream. They both go down and my pants and underwear are gone and they both started going at my (ahem) and I am just looking down fascinated at the realism and highly enjoying the two of them who both seem very skilled! I wake up smiling ear to ear and after trying to go back in, I roll over and pulled out my hidden paper dream journal to write down a few quick notes so that I don't forget any details. After some quick notes I experiment with getting to sleep quickly using two short (combined senses) SSILD cycles that take no more than about 5-7 seconds. I do quickly get to either advanced dreamlets or the beginnings of dreams that I seem to be scaring away
      being a little too alert. This night I was reminded of my other theory that I was experimenting with two nights ago but forgot to log that basically says that if you maintain awareness into HI's and then go to sleep then you are more likely to have a DILD. That has probably been said before but much of this process is all about discovering things for yourself. 185-187

      I was considering what to do about my extended RC's specifically for the competition having become so rote. During my RC's I invoke the feeling of becoming lucid, slow myself down and then run through my goals for the competition. I had been doing this since maybe the 2nd or 3rd night and I had a long list of items to complete. I completed roughly half of the ones I had worked out ahead of time quite a number of nights back while lucid. After that I just worked on the 2nd half of my goals during the extended RC's during the day...but since the last half was the same as it had always been, it felt worn out and tired so yesterday I decided to just focus on doing anything fun for my next lucid. I think this made me more excited about getting lucid and resulted in a very fun triple!
    4. The Gauntlet

      by , 11-17-2012 at 06:53 AM
      11/17/12
      5:00am
      non lucid
      Contemplated till one word came to me "Salesman" then Mind-Mapped into dream.

      note: I am about to start a new job and am looking furiously for a rental in the town where I will be working.

      A church was running a dormitory for single young women in a large five story apartment complex. It was light blue with white trim and square. Entry stairs led to the bottom floor near the center of each side. Beside each of those was a square stair case that wrapped itself up to the top floor. Each floor was then figuratively cut into quartiles where a slightly older, maturer girl could watch over those in her living zone and keep them out of trouble.

      I first saw this building from an elevated view and decided that I wanted to get in. The plethora of girls did at first cross my mind but mostly I just wanted to get in out of the cold and hang out. I must have gotten caught because soon after that I was given a testing feat in order to let me in.

      I had transformed into a rat and had to get from the bottom of the complex to the top floor by running along top of a pipe. These pipes were about four inches in diameter and were mounted along side the staircases wrapping with them as they went up. To add to the challenge, the girls would try and knock me off, catch me or even hit me with something non life threatening like a pillow. On top of that, I was supposed to eat a banana that I was located just before the fourth floor.

      This gauntlet was actually not hard at all because I was fast...blindingly fast. I could run so fast that they couldn't see me and when I ran the world lit up with sunset colors streaming past me. When I came the banana a big burst of sun like yellow illuminated the already beautiful sunset colors. All I could see was the sunset, yellow sunbursts and the end of a banana. Then the banana, like it was being sliced up by a butter knife, fell away piece by piece. In a flash I had passed through the gauntlet, ate a banana, and made it to the top.

      In addition to the girls, there was now a regular crowd standing mostly on lower stories and out in the surrounding parking lot. I particular member of the crowd who happened to be up on the same floor as me, grabbed me. He was a young angry man and wasn't to happy that I had beaten the gauntlet. As he attempted to slam me against the wall I started to grow and soon I was full sized again we were wrestling.

      Next to me I saw a container full of fish and I grabbed one. I was already overpowering my opponent when I slammed the fish, with its sides opened outward, up into his face. With that, he couldn't see well and tried to reach for the fish on his face. I easily threw him to the ground and proceeded to humiliate him further by rubbing the fish in his face. White oily fats where building up around his nostrils when I figured he had had enough. He was damn near on the verge of crying.

      After that the crowd was a bit put off by the violence and began to slowly disperse. Out in the parking lot below was a snake-oil-salesman type of man. He had a cart with him and was shouting into the crowd in a sort of nasally voice...."Shooows over folks...... Seee I told you he could run fast....Every things just fine.. allrighty.. showws over...".......
      Dream Faded
    5. School and Life

      by , 04-14-2012 at 03:48 PM (The Dreams of a Trapped Mind)
      Ok, I remember that instead of going to school I went bowling with some friends (Yesterday I actually did go bowling, so that explains that) afterwards my girlfriend's school (my old school) was having this dinner/movie showing thing and I decided to pop in and hang out with her and some old friends of mine. Near the end of the movie i noticed I was still wearing my bowling shoes when I remember that I had returned them (dream sign that didn't kick in) Later I discovered that I apparently live at this apartment home (which is really like a hotel for the old and feeble) I was walking around in the lobby and noticed someone else from school was there too. Her dad was sitting at a computer. She introduced him as like Andrew or something. The computer screen said Alyssa instead of Andrew though (second dream sign that didn't kick in).

      In the dream I noticed the dream signs, said they were weird, but continued on.. PROGRESS!! h


      I know I haven't been on top of things lately, but it's going to seem like it's getting worse because I'll be gone for a week. I'll try to write my dreams down and post what I wrote at the end of the week when I get back.. Too-ta-loo!
    6. Messy Apartment

      by , 09-28-2011 at 03:03 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 28, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
      · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      I am walking into an apartment building, carrying a plate of food from a buffet. The exterior walls have a lot of windows and the floor is made of industrial steel grating. Once I reach the elevator, I sit the plate down on the window ledge and press the elevator button. The elevator comes down and opens, and I get in. I get off at the third floor and walk to the end of the hallway. The hallway is outdoors between two sets of apartment buildings. The floor is also made of steel grating, so I can see people walking a couple of floors below me.

      I approach the last door on the left and find that there is a combination lock on the door. I struggle for a moment to remember the combination, then open the door. Inside, there are several suit cases and piles of clothing laying around. I make my way back to the kitchen area and the door will only open halfway because there is a box of junk in the way. I sit my food on the counter and start to move some of the clothes and junk out of my way.

      In the common area, there is a fireplace and a large empty space next to the sofa. Deciding that this would be a good spot to pile everything that's scattered afar, I go back to the entry hallway to pick up the luggage and bags of clothes. When I get there, they are all gone. I look around for a moment, then consider the idea of doing an RC. I raise my arms to look at my hands and suddenly wake up.
    7. confining russians; girl in vietnam; purple robot-mold

      by , 07-31-2011 at 01:31 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in some run-down part of some big town. I was on a block with thin apartment buildings. The outsides of the buildings were grey, like they were either of unpainted cinder block or had their paint chipped off or worn off. It was daytime, and the light seemed kind of yellowy-pale and humid.

      I was with a group of people. We all seemed to be in a line, and we were all being directed into one of the apartment complexes. I understood that we had all been sought out by some group and brought here.

      I was now with the group that was seeking us out. They were seeking out Russians. But I wasn't a Russian. I had a bad feeling that I was simply part of their operation, kind of disguised as one of the people being sought, but that I was actually helping catch the people and get them confined in this one apartment building.

      I was now with a line of Russian men, heading into this apartment building. One of the men in front of me was blonde, with a short haircut and pale skin. We got inside. The door opened directly to a dark, narrow, winding stairwell.

      There was some kind of military guy just inside. He looked to be maybe in his 40s, a bit overweight, with a pudgy face, sweaty, and stubble-covered. He wore some kind of camouflage trenchcoat and one of those thick, round hats with the fur lining and earflaps.

      I asked the man what I was doing here, what the Russians were here for, and if I really needed to be a part of this. The man raised a finger to his lips and said, "Sh... Just wait here until they're all upstairs. Act like you're going upstairs, too. Then, once they're all upstairs, just leave through the front door. We want to make sure we have them all here for the trial. As long as they think you're going, they'll go, too."

      I now felt really terrible -- even though I definitely planned to leave this place as soon as I could. But it was like all the Russians had to think I was going with them, or else they wouldn't go. So I had to trick them into thinking I was going, too. But I wasn't. Why was I helping these military people capture these people?

      I didn't quite feel like I could leave. Now that I knew there was going to be a trial, I wanted to see what it was going to be about. So I'd stay for that.

      The trial took place in a room on the first floor, just off from the stairwell. The room was short, but kind of wide. It was barren, with dirty, concrete floors and plain, white walls. The light was incandescent, but it also felt cold and barren. There was a group of officials seated at a long folding table to my left. On the other side of the room was a vague group of people. Some were people being judged. Some were attorneys.

      Someone had told me, again, that I could come in and see what the trial was all about. They told me that I could actually even help them out with the trial. I didn't want to help out with the trial, but I suddenly found myself doing so.

      I stood out on the floor, giving some kind of random speech. I was trying to make myself look like I was defending the Russians. But what I was really doing was making them feel more comfortable, so they'd give up as much information as possible.

      Dream #2

      There was a man in some part of the world like Vietnam. I'm not sure what the time period was. It seemed like nowadays, or maybe even a little bit into the future. The man had done some spy-like thing, probably against America. He had been discovered. But he was already beginning to make a quick getaway.

      The man looked like a stereotypical "Sgt. Rock" type of soldier. He wore a camouflage uniform, a rounded helmet with something like netting over it, and he had a muscular face and stubble. He may even have been smoking a cigarette.

      The man was now getting into something like a spaceship. It was right next to some kind of hut on stilts. The spaceship looked like an old, 1950s style rocket, with the elliptical body and tailfins and everything. But it was made of some really silvery material.

      The man had climbed into some kind of side door or hatch high up on the ship, possibly via some high window, or even the roof, of the hut. There were now a lot of rushing and booming sounds.

      The space shuttle seemed to be lifting off. But now an Asian-looking woman, who was actually a spy for the American side, was calling out the window of the hut for the man. She had been assigned to get him back so that the Americans could put him on trial for whatever his spy activity had been. So she was pretending that she loved him and she didn't want him to go.

      At this point I may have seen from the man's point of view. The woman seemed huge, like she was stretching all the way up into the air to pull me down. Her cries also seemed really terrifying somehow, like supernatural moans. For some reason, either I or the soldier decided to stay, since the woman loved either me or the soldier.

      Dream #3

      There were a group of people trying to fight some kind of alien menace. I'm not really sure what it was. The group was maybe a couple of guys and a girl.

      One of the guys was separated from the rest of the group. He ended up finding the body of a woman who was thought to be in on the aliens' plans. But he didn't know that his discovery of the woman's body was planned.

      The woman was actually an alien. The aliens were actually like robots. But the robots were made out of this purple mold, which was something like a living machine that could shape itself in various ways.

      The man had done something to the woman, possibly cutting her open with a scalpel for some reason. A piece of the purple mold squirted out of the woman's body and onto the man's left eye.

      The man didn't pay it any attention: it wasn't much. But the mold worked its way behind the man's eye and into his brain. I knew this meant that the mold would proliferate in the man's brain and body, eventually turning him into a robot.

      Later the rest of the man's group would (or did?) find the man. They would (or did) think, wrongly, that the man was fine, when he actually was an alien robot, ready to spread the mold into other human bodies.