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    1. Buddha Tree and Female Beetlejuice

      by , 05-19-2018 at 06:26 PM
      Morning of January 6, 2013. Sunday.



      In a mostly featureless field, there is a dead tree with sparse branches seen in early evening, apparently just after sunset, and in semi-lucidity. In touching the tree, I ground myself without a focus on the anticipation of vestibular system ambiguity. I am fully in my fictitious dream body for the duration.

      I vaguely recall previous dreams of living trees reaching out to stroke my face with the tips of their branches, in seemingly expressing love as an essence of nature itself.

      I notice movements across the bark on the side of the tree, a shifting of kite-shaped patches of golden ďskinĒ, which sometimes feature a singular eye. I notice that part of the tree is breathing, a part of its bark moving out and back in with the same overall size as a personís abdomen. Eventually, I become aware of a female Buddha looking at me somewhat blankly, perhaps puzzled by my presence.

      There is a change of awareness and temporality, a ďblind spotĒ of which I do not pay full attention, a very common factor of the dream state when full lucidity is not present. A female Beetlejuice modulates my dream from here, though she is not threatening in any way (as preconscious modulation sometimes is when the need to wake and attend to real needs is greater). For a moment, I consider how serious it seems, even with a link to the spiritual, though I eventually come to terms with how silly the scenario is. I recognize the waking transition as it is rendered as an outdoor wooden staircase (as relating to vestibular system autosymbolism), which does not seem connected to a building. I faithfully use the stairs without slipping or falling (or the staircase changing form or collapsing), noticing the steps are rendered rather well. It all comes down to the usual vestibular system correlation with the personified preconscious (and additionally in this case as the vestibular system personification as the female Beetlejuice accompanying my subconscious self at this point), an extension of RAS mediation, passively leading the way in a liminal space where the religious fantasies wrought by others, and the movie fantasies wrought by others, are ultimately equal.



      Additional notes on the cause and meaning behind this dream: Way back when I was four years old and vowed to myself to understand and master the dream state, I came to realize that seeing eyes moving in a dream, especially when isolated, is primarily based on liminal awareness of being in REM sleep (though was also influenced from ďsleep watchingĒ the ďOuter LimitsĒ episode of ďDonít Open Till DoomsdayĒ at age 4). There have been many dreams with this detail. In the eyes being on the tree, the tree in this case, especially in being in the mostly featureless field, represents the static (unmoving) status of my physical body during sleep.


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      lucid
    2. Reclining Buddha Temple

      by , 07-09-2016 at 02:37 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      I was going away. I was on the road. Or rather, a dirt road, with trees and grasses on both sides. The left is lighter; the right is denser. The dirt road has marks of tires on it and heavy use.

      There's a house/store on the left side. There's a sparse conglomeration of houses on the left side. I think I visited one of them and stayed there. A little bit further down the road is a temple with a huge reclining Buddha outside. The head is closer to me. I think I joined or will join the temple.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. 23 Jul: Treasures

      by , 07-23-2015 at 10:17 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am on an expedition in a remote place, looking for someone who got lost or something. Instead, I find a treasure: many ancient Buddha statues and Guru Rinpoche statues, filled with precious jewels and sacred substances, including a yellow powder, I've no idea what it is, but all my colleagues seem to desire it greedily.
    4. Looking for Xanous

      by , 04-05-2015 at 01:19 AM
      Looking for my dream buddy:

      Just coming out of my meditative state...it was beautiful. Don't know if I got anything right, but this is what I saw.
      1. flowers blooming outside in the dirt (red) coming up from the ground
      2. Then the red flowers either died or went away and dirt (the earth) was uncovered to reveal a face of a buddha or Egyptian mask or just a plain mask or face???
      3. I kept hearing music playing, like there was a band. Do you play in a band?
      4. Light beam was around me
      5. a light colored house. This all happened in the front yard of a light colored house.

      I can't remember anything, but I called out for Xanous and I heard a voice, but the music was so loud. All of this happened during my meditative WILD. I did not see our target, but this is what happened when I asked to see the target...in that order.

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      lucid
    5. Mocking the dream without knowing I was dreaming.

      by , 12-20-2014 at 11:35 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      20.12.2014
      Mocking the dream without knowing I was dreaming. (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I am on vacation at my parents, so this is more notes than anything... i am busy to write the whole thing down, but with this summary I will remember the dream. They were very long.

      12-19-14
      I had several cats at home, many of them were kitten versions from my current cats. They did get well along and once I got one kitten version from each of my cats and upon showing to my wife I told her, "This is worth a reality check." I was mocking like if I was dreaming (without knowing I was dreaming.)

      12-20-14
      I went to a catholic church to talk with a bishop and see how he would counter with fear about the benefits of psychic mediumship. He spoke like in togues and could not understand. I brought Buddha's and Lord Ganesha's statues and art and decored the church. The bishop seemed happy and I brought a lot of people. I wanted to take over the church and turn it into a Spiritualist church and remove all religion from it. I had people coming and they brought us free candy. I did four reality checks in a row and got false positives (used the same one) and on the fifth, I had six fingers, and yet did not turn lucid.

      This is rare for me, and happened two nights in a row. The energy in my house is very different from my parent's and I am not used to my old twin bed and not having my wife sleeping next to me (my paretns it is a small apartment and my wifes sleeps in the studio and me, in my old tiny room.)
    6. The Dire Wolf and the Tunnel

      by , 12-21-2012 at 01:32 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      NOTE:
      - Triple Gem, breath zhine, 9 purif., reverse RC/ADA

      ~11 mn, sleep

      3:44 a.m.

      I was in a forest, being chased by a huge dire wolf. I was able to enter what looked like a tunnel with vertical bars. The wolf is too big to enter, but it posed sideways outside and looked at me.

      ~6:30 a.m.

      I was in a school. There were different Philosophy clubs that students can join. One in particular was dedicated to studying the philosophy of the Buddha. I invited other PLUS people to join. The place looked like the upward road in our hometown, near our old aikido instructor's place. I think I saw a crush appear. He also different.

      ~7:30 a.m.

      I was outside a house. There's a snake. Someone was teaching me how to avoid it or get rid of it. I was then playing DotA. For some reason, I don't like my position or location and tried changing it. I thought of creating an army in the base, and it looked more like a Zerg base than DotA.

      I was in my room in our hometown. There was a small puppy there that looked like Blaise. He looks smaller thought. I asked him how he is, and then noticed his left eye is gone, and I worried for him. I then started to remember how I touched his left eye before to remove dirt or something, and that might have caused infection and ate his left eye.


      Interesting side:

      "The ones who answered incorrectly (on the surface, at least) were dismissed and abandoned in the tunnels..."

      Just found it interesting that the tunnels appeared in this part that I was reading. I searched it out after I took the VtM quiz.
    7. Lucid: The Noisy Dog and the Dark Room

      by , 11-30-2012 at 04:08 AM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      3:17 am

      NOTES:

      - new sandalwood incense from Divisoria
      - calm-abiding meditation
      - read 4 pages of Tibetan Yoga
      - watched Dante's Cove before sleep
      - read comics before sleep
      - MILD
      - also daydreamed, and daydreamed I realized I was dreaming
      - slept on my right side

      I am in my room in our hometown. A lot of things are happening. There are also a lot of people. All of a sudden, I have a feeling that everything is weird. I said, Of course everything is weird! I am in a dream!

      I laughed. There's a small, noisy white dog or puppy jumping around my room, and it was dark. I commanded to light up the room and told the dog to shut up. They did.

      I went to our home's kitchen area. I remembered the Buddha after looking at the living room area from the kitchen area. I imagined a Golden Buddha statue. I went into a vajra position and recited the Manjushri mantra. I felt like I was being guided to say it properly, because it was a little difficult to remember the words. Also, there are a lot of distracting activities going on.

      I was able to hold on for a while before I lost lucidity. This was the longest lucid dream I ever had, and the most aware.
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      lucid
    8. 9 Jul: Quest to protect an Indian kingdom

      by , 07-09-2012 at 03:30 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am a very rich girl, travelling around with a retinue of warriors through India, looking for lands to buy. I encounter a remote kingdom, fortified within walls, a shadow of its past glory. It is ruled by a celestial being of pale green skin who has fallen from grace and no longer is able to bring good fortune to its kingdom.
      Houses are falling apart, farmers don't grow crops, artisans don't do their crafts. People seem to have given up on living. I offer to buy the kingdom and to provide the means to put people back to work. People rejoice and the green king, who is still a bit proud, but is too weak to oppose, opens his palace for us.
      Things are getting better, farmers are again in the fields planting, merchants are selling fresh goods, houses being rebuilt. When suddenly we are under attack.
      They had failed to tell us that some evil army (maybe from a rival kingdom, or from dark forces from another realm) was the reason of their misery, through its constant attacks and destruction of livelihoods. Me and my warriors rush up to close the gates of the kingdom. There is a sort of tunnel system around the external fortification, which they manage to break and we have to battle them while retreating through the tunnels. We finally manage to barricade the passage at some point, but we need a plan to keep going.
      The siege goes on and we are sent to seek the help of an enlightened being. We go out of the kingdom through a secret path and on our quest we arrive at a village on a hill. Nobody seems to talk the same language and nobody seems willing to even talk to us strangers.
      Close to a stone wall we take some rest and there is an orange tree on the other side, from where one of my warriors tries to get some fruits. A wasp stings him, but he is compassionate and spares its life. Then a bunch of wasps arise from the tree and fly towards us. We get up to run, but as they approach us, they transform into giant dark iridescent bugs and then fall on the ground in the form of rounded rectangular black magnetic stones. I receive in my mind the information that these are to be gifts to the Buddha that we are seeking. Then in the sky a path of bright constellations lits up and one that touches the top of a mountain nearby is in the shape of a Buddha. Now we have a "map" to follow. I pick up the stones and we start walking.
      On our way we encounter two evil witches blocking the path. They look beautiful and they summon quite a few other goddess-looking creatures who completely seduce my men with some magic spells. Possessed by lust they forget who they are and what they are here for and engage in an orgy with these girls. Very few seem to be strong enough to escape the spell and help me going through. Then the witches unleash a storm of biblical proportions. Drops of water the size of apples and hard as rocks, fall on us, sending the rest of the men to seek cover somewhere and dispersing us. I protect my head and keep going despite the pain. Then I see a little angelic girl crying in terror, trying to protect herself under some crevice on a rock. I forget about my intent, I run to the child and take her in my arms down the mountain and back to the village. I look for her home to reunite her with parents. She never says a word, but she leads me to a house. I realize the witches managed to divert me from my mission. Can compassion have become my weakness? When the door opens, I wake up.
    9. 28 Jan: Golden Buddha

      by , 01-28-2012 at 10:10 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Had a beautiful dream in which I met my Dream Guide. I was lucid and she was silent as usual. We were on the beach and she just moved her hands in the air, like painting a canvas and the air and the clouds smudged and made beautiful ethereal drawings in front of my eyes.
      I tried to do the same thing and I moved my hands in a way that made the sand dance. I envisioned a Buddha and the sand obbeyed my hands and sculpted itself into a solid Buddha sitting on a throne. When completed, the sand sculpture slowly started to transform into gold with incrusted jewels. I noticed that the throne was in fact a 3D mandala on top of which was the Buddha. He was part of it and also beyond it.
      Categories
      lucid , dream fragment
    10. 33rd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Mayatara's Dream

      by , 09-18-2011 at 01:00 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Mayatara's Dream

      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Girl power
      On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
      I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.


      Saving Jon Stewart
      I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt and he looks adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link and the feeling has some roots from where it sprouted.
      I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that is reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
      As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair.
      I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
      I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
      Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.


      Moving
      Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

      Mystical dance
      I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
      I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
      Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.
    11. 17 Sep: Saving Jon Stewart and mystic dancer

      by , 09-18-2011 at 12:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Finally created a new color category to indicate the semi-lucid dreams. I usually keep them in blue, but they are definitely not regular dreams and deserve their own color.

      23:30

      Girl power
      On a small self-sufficient community of women only. We live in a kind of fortress, but open and welcoming, because we never had troubles with anybody. Until the day that a bunch of guys, passing as wanderers, come by and we offer them shelter. Soon they start making really bad comments of sexual nature, making remarks about the girls beauty and so on. They also treat us badly, expecting us to serve all of their needs and I really mean all. We decide to put a stop on it and they turn violent. The most disappointing is to see that the girls quitting the fight immediately, in fear. They accept the situation as unavoidable and I find myself alone in the struggle. I conclude I can't do much on my own and decide to wait for a better moment to do something about it. To defend myself from their sexual abuses I keep myself dirty, smelly and really, really ugly. I endure their comments on how disgusting I am, but at least I'm not raped as the others. One day though, they even turn to me, wanting to gang rape me. But I know this place better than they do and I escape them through the ventilation system and get inside the walls. I find out that I am good at parkour!
      I stay in the "secret" areas of the building, just watching them and nagging them whenever I can, so they keep looking for me. I have a plan to trap them in a kind of shaft and I need them to follow me there. One day I manage to attract them to this place and I shut some really heavy doors behind them. They are in a weak position, below me in this kind of shaft. Meanwhile I have called the girls to come and help me, as they also know the secret paths through the walls. I call them to join the fight and beat the guys, but they are still afraid of them, so I jump down into the shaft to start the fight, hoping they'll follow me, but they just stay in their upper position, beating them occasionally with a stick on their heads or something. It helps, but I have to do all the hard work of kicking their asses.


      3:30

      Saving Jon Stewart
      I'm having dinner with Jon Stewart, at his home. He is wearing a grey or beige shirt, a flawless shaved skin, looking adorable. I'm so in love with him and he is even more in love with me. He smiles at me, almost melting in delight and I caress his face. I realize this can only be a dream and I start laughing about it. I tell him "Jon, my dear. I'm really loving being here with you and the whole romantic scene, but unfortunately this is just a dream." He says "Whaaatttt?" and looks really puzzled, but I keep nodding my head and he seems to start accepting that I may be right. I tell him that this makes no sense, that I'm just some girl he never met, from a country he probably never been to. He seems disappointed, even sad, that this might not be real. I can read in his face that he doesn't want to accept that the feelings he is experiencing for me were just randomly generated in a dream. I tell him not to feel sad, because if he is really there and he is not just a DC, it's because we do have some karmic link.
      I am not sure if he is a DC or not, but the truth is that his reactions are complex and he never fades. He stays very solid in the dream.
      As we are still looking at each other, some guys invade the house in a rush and kidnap us. I don't even have time to react. When I come to my senses again, we're in a church. Jon is lying on an altar, apparently still unconscious and I'm tied up to a chair.
      I am now only semi-lucid, but I recall all of my dream powers. I fire up red lasers from the palms of my hands and I cut the ropes. When the bad guys see it, they come to knock me down, but I pierce them with my red lasers. It's not pretty, but it has to be done. Unfortunately they keep coming and some of them are about to grab Jon to take him away, while I'm busy fighting. That's when some asian girl breaks in through a wall and helps me by shooting a golden energy blast from her chakras to Jon's chakras, which somehow creates a wall shield between him and the bad guys. But this required a lot of energy from the girl, who falls down in exhaustion. I feel that she is my friend, but I can't remember who she is.
      I protect her, thankful for her help and keep shooting lasers in all directions until I kill all the bad guys.
      Meanwhile the shield around Jon has weakened, so I generate a purple orb of energy around him that is smaller but more stable than the previous shield. Our reinforcements arrive and they take the purple orb with Jon inside to a safer place. Me and my girl friend sit exhausted on the floor and I ask her if I can take a shower at her place. She is sorry to say no, but she is not going home, she has to leave immediately to some other mission. I understand. We give a warm hug to each other, until next time.


      5:30

      Moving
      Some boring dream with my family, involving moving stuff from my house to my aunt Lisa's house. By mistake I hand her over my hi-fi on a box and then she has to leave it at some friend's attic for me to go get it some other day.

      Mystical dance
      I find myself as a spectator of some kind of talent show. There's an asian guy, probably chinese, doing an acrobatic exhibition that leaves everybody extremely impressed. But in the end the judges tell him he has broken the rules, because no circus performances are allowed, only acting, singing and dancing. But because he was so magical, they decided to offer him a second chance.
      I feel so much compassion for him, even genuine love in my heart. There's a brief moment in which our eyes cross and everything seems to stop. I sense his energy and I know he is going to do something amazing. I feel passion and make it flow to him. He returns the passion and tells me in his eyes that what he is about to show is for me.
      Then he transfigures: he was bald and now he has long hair with jewels all over; he was a young boy and he now looks like a wise older man. He makes a sensual mystic ritual dance that hypnotizes everybody, specially me. Slowly the spectators transform into all sorts of enlightened noble beings. The dancer pours jewels with every movement he makes, offering them to the Buddhas. I don't dare to take any of the jewels, not even to touch them, as I fear I am not worthy of it.


      7:00

      Updated 09-24-2011 at 10:51 AM by 34880

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    12. 15 Feb: Becoming a dragon and telling other dreamers about DV

      by , 02-22-2011 at 10:31 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

      22:30

      Bus trip
      Iím involved in politics. Thereís a vote for me to have some vacation. I go on a bus trip and the driver is a black guy. He looks tired and I fear he might fall asleep while driving, although the trip is relatively short Ė about 40 mins Ė so I decide to trust his driving.

      Amityville-like haunted house
      With some other people on an apartment we believe to be haunted. We see a kind of specter of a scary man walking around on some security footage and it creeps us out. He makes lights flash and even burst the lamps. He seems to be able to control whoever he wants to control and lead people to their suicide. First victim is a girl we find hanged in a room, second victim a guy we find all broken for having fell down the stairs. Even the cat gets possessed. Someone decides to strike back by calling him and facing him, but then I see my mom and my BF and I take them with me to the kitchen and we close the door behind us. We are pretty scared because after a while we feel the spirit presence among us. I feel it physically as if he is touching me and it causes all kinds of horrifying feelings and visions. At some point I suspect Iím dreaming, so I open the terrace door for some fresh air and look around, I do a RC, confirm the dream and decide to lift off. On one hand I feel relieved itís just a dream, but on the other hand I feel guilty for leaving them there, as maybe this is a shared dream and they are left alone in the nightmare.

      Castles and meditation
      Viewed from above, the apartment complex now looks like a doll house castle, very cute. From up in the sky I see another castle, much bigger, on top of a hill. It is as if it has no walls, so I see people inside it, as if they are on shelves. There are also many people floating around this castle, just hanging and I feel all these strange characters are indeed other dreamers. I float in the air, cross my legs to meditate, but I almost wake up. When back in the dream I am now inside some place and I sit facing a wall, not to distract myself. I try to visualize Buddhas and really feel their presence, but after some time I start seeing all sorts of lights and shapes on the wall, like light projections. I look back and see some girls with a overhead projector, preparing it to play some movie. I leave this place and find some very very quiet corner on an underground level of this building. Between the elevators and the exit to a parking, thereís a really zen corner with a waterfall on a glass wall, water falling on a pebble base and a garden behind the wall. I sit there, soothed by the sounds of the water and I manage to do a successful short meditation for a while. I feel the presence of Guru Rinpoche, but then I almost wake up. I hang on and dream becomes stronger, but not enough, so I must move to keep it going. I decide to finish the RPG task I left undone last time.

      Eating the fruit and becoming a dragon
      (RPG task)
      I enter one of the elevators and imagine it taking me to the same supplier market in Denn, where I was last time. The elevator drops me at a very busy cargo entrance area. I get out of the way of men carrying heavy loads to outside where merchants stands are selling produce to the villagers.
      I immediately see the strange fruit Iím supposed to eat on a fruit stand. I choose a small one and eat it. I keep walking around waiting to see if anything happens (itís supposed to give me some new magical power) but nothing happens. I then find a stand where people gather around, very agitated and I go check whatís up. Itís more of those fruits, but here they look bigger and better and are being served already cut and clean for free to the villagers. Two girls approach me and ask me what is it about. By the way they are so ďdefinedĒ and ďlucidĒ I realize they are dreamers. I tell them thereís a task on DV to come here and eat this fruit, which is supposed to give us new powers. They enjoy that, they say they also wanna give it a try and then we all grab some fruits to eat.
      Once we are served, we gather on the left side of this stand where they meet a third girl friend and they ask me more about DV. I first ask for their names and tell them mine. One girl says she is called what I perceived asďLollenaĒand the other what I perceive as ďSinoĒ(as in Portuguese for ďbellĒ; the equivalent sound in English would beďxenuĒ). The third girl to my left looks blocked, as if she couldnít remember her name, so I continue to explain what is DV and give them the url. Then the third girl finally says something. She tells me that she (or they?) is user of some other dream website and she tells me the name of it. First it sounded like Dreampaws, which I know exists, but I asked her to repeat and it wasnít that, although it was something similar, like maybe Dreampush (which I found later on waking up, that also exists). Iím not sure though, because it became fuzzy on waking up.
      Then we walk around the town and they ask me about the super-power. I say I donít know what it is and I also havenít felt anything different yet. We try telekinesis, morphing, etc, and it all goes very well, but I say I already had all these powers before, so it canít be it.
      Then we hear people scream and we see a big pinkish tornado coming right to the centre of the town. We combine efforts and we try to break the tornado apart. I see to my right another guy who is also trying to do it, so we are at least 5 people doing it. Soon the tornado fades away and is but a large pink cloud in the sky. People are cheering us and I lose the girls in the middle of the crowd. When I meet them again later (only the two girls with names) at the entrance of a tavern down a street, they had just been approached by some bullies and one of them sobs while the other comforts her. She admits to her friend that she owes money to those guys and donít know what to do. I pass by them and remind them weíre just in a dream, but they seem to have lost lucidity for good, so I keep going. Itís when I start feeling the effect of the fruit!
      I feel my body changing, my neck elongating, I walk in four limbs and then I spread my ďarmsĒ and I feel like I have wings. I flap them and slowly elevate in the air. I am still fundamentally human shaped, but I think I am becoming a dragon! It is hard to deal with this new body and I wobble a little bit in the air. At some point I lose balance all together and fall down on the floor. I think I come back to my human form.
      On the floor, I am facing the end of the street, which is the end of the town and I see a huge looming creature crawling in my direction. Itís another dragon.
      I immediately remember the talk I had with my dad during the day. He had asked me if I fear dragons when I meet them in my dreams and I had said no, in general they are friendly. But this one has a really dark energy and I immediately felt really scared. I run back to the town, looking for a place to take cover and hide. He steps up, trying to catch me and I only have time to duck under a wagon to my left and I see the dragon passing right by my side. He circulates the wagon and hits it repeatedly. I know itís a matter of time until he turns it over. For some reason I am really scared and convinced I canít beat this dragon. So when he is about to grab me with his claws, I decide to wake up.

      5:00

      Puppies
      Some guy is buying his kid a puppy. The kid opens up with me and says he didnít receive love from his father so he is doing this as a compensation. I get involved and I tell the guy about Puppy Mills and that he shouldnít support it by buying a puppy. Instead should go adopt a puppy from a shelter. I also say I hope this puppy wonít end up on a shelter later on if he gets tired of him. I take them to a shelter and the kid goes wild when he spots a little lion on some cage in the corner. He goes get it and hugs and kisses the lion. The animals are looked after by black androids.

      6:00

      Updated 02-23-2011 at 10:23 AM by 34880 (to correct spelling mistakes)

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    13. 12 Feb: Dinosaurs, Atlantis, alien witch and 2012 revelation

      by , 02-16-2011 at 12:51 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING
      3:00

      Dinosaurs
      I'm with my mom, my dad and other people. Do not remember the beginning, but we're crossing a strong water current. We see people who are already in the middle of the stream and we think it is better to go back or weíll be dragged. The problem seems to be that the city is under attack by dinosaurs. We hide in a building and everyone panics when a tyrannosaur and several raptors enter the place. The first raptors are so small that we manage to squash them with our feet, but then bigger ones follow and we get in real trouble. We manage to escape: I remember defending myself with a stick and closing some doors behind us, to buy some time.
      Once again we are facing the river, trapped on the margin, when a giant green hand emerges somewhere from the heights and takes me and my mother to the other side. I beg to bring my father along but Iím told thatís not going to happen. I imagine him fighting for his life and I feel an immense pain, but thereís nothing I can do.

      Atlantis
      Later Iím on some kind of classroom where I recognize some friends and classmates and also my BF. I'm on the 3rd row from the front. The teacher is a tall elegant lady of around 50 years old and is showing some maps with the evolution of the Earth crust and the shapes of the continents. She says that our present continents are moving to join in one large continent that is Atlantis. Some guys behind me laugh and tease her. She ignores them and continues to show the schematic. They say she's crazy and I turn back, upset and ask them if they did not learn in school about the movements of tectonic plates and that before the continents had todayís shape they had been together in one big continent. I tell them to put aside the mystical stories about Atlantis, if thatís whatís bugging them and to focus on the fact that the continents are coming together and that Atlantis is a good name as any other. But the teacher comes to me and says no, the mystic stuff also matters. She says the name Atlantis was not chosen by accident, but because "The Atlantis" will really come to life once more. She says sheíll explain that afterwards. I make a comment like "Oh man, I just wanted to help! They are not accepting anything that you say, so I was trying to make them at least understand the science behind it. She smiled gratefully, but at the same time shocked with the way I talked to her, so she scolds me to set an example. The guys behind me laugh at me really hard. They ask me to borrow a pencil and then they use it to remove ear wax and then return it to me. Like little kids. Disgusted, I throw it back at them.

      Back door seduction
      I'm on a tram or bus with Zilla, Licas and GonÁalo (a boy I knew from school who wasnít exactly fond of me). For some reason the driver stopped in the middle of an intersection and went away. We only notice it when we almost get hit by another bus and a passenger in a seat ahead gets up in panic and runs to the back.
      We exit the bus/tram and walk down a ramp on the right. When we are near a viaduct and a back entrance to a building and we pass by a small pond where I see a large butterfly, 40 cms wide, apparently drowned. I touch it and I realize it is still alive and I place it on dry ground. After drying off, the butterfly takes off and stops at a tree trunk ahead. We chat while we admire the butterfly and GonÁalo starts flirting with me. I play along and pretend we are lovers. I grab his ass, which feels very bony and I tell him he is extremely skinny. He replies that I could also have bigger boobs. We all laugh. The girls enter the building, but he grabs my arm and we stay behind. It seems like he actually enjoyed the play and wants to do it for real. He leans against the door almost violently and wants to have sex with me. I kinda share the mood, but we are interrupted by three ladies who wanted to enter the building and look shocked by the sight of us. We entered the building in a hurry so they donít have time to identify us and shortly after we are in a balcony with two couches and although my mood is gone he is still thinking about it as he tries the couches.

      5:00

      "In one year the world will enter into the darkness"
      Iím on a bus that seems to be leaving a village I know. At the last crossroad near the exit of the town, I see a man in a wheelchair who seems to have fainted. I am in shock and I look around to see if someone comes to help him but nobody comes. I go to the front of the bus to ask the driver to stop, but he also collapses at that moment. I just have time to grab the wheel and push the breaks. Zilla is also on the bus. We go outside and we see another person who just fell off a bike. We take her bike and ride it. Just a bit further ahead, from the opposite direction, comes a truck in zigzags and runs over a pedestrian who was on the sidewalk. Still in shock and confused, we pass beneath a tunnel and emerge in a city where we see heaps of people lying on the ground or just hanging around disoriented. We donít know what is happening, but we fear being hit by the same ďdiseaseĒ. We enter a building and we meet other friends on a loft to discuss what might be happening when we feel something in the air and a great commotion on the street again. I go to the balcony, the sky is golden and warm and I am fully hit by a kind of energy wave that makes the air vibrate. I feel a heavy weight and a pressure in my head and I stagger, stunned. A powerful and deep voice seems to come from the sky directly to my head. I canít recall word by word, but the voice delivered a message which was more or less like: "The time is coming. Within a year the world will enter into the darkness. Only those who remain as strong as a rock will not be taken."
      I become lucid with this energy wave on my head. When the wave is over and the message ends, I ask the others what they understood of the message. Zilla asks ďwhat message?Ē. Nobody else heard the voice and they also donít seem to believe me. They are probably just DCs.

      Fight with ninjas at Buddhist temple
      I go back to the balcony and down an emergency metal ladder. At the rear of this building there is a hill and looking up I see what looks like a giant stone Buddha at the top. I see a stone staircase and I go up, because I really need a calm place where to meditate on this revelation I just had. Reaching the templeís entrance I do prostrations to the Buddha and burn some incense. I hear someone crying behind me, I turn around and I see Zilla, who followed me. But she passes by me hiding her face, not wanting me to see her suffering. I then get inside the temple. I do not see anyone around. I follow a corridor and I find two large doors open to my left, revealing an inner room not normally accessible to the public. It has beautiful Buddha statues at all four corners. Then a sort of ninja appears and says that I shouldnít be there. He attacks me and we fight. Then two more guys come to help him. I continue to anticipate their moves but I start feeling tired and they manage to dominate me. I kick one of the guys in the crotch, but they seem trained to withstand pain, so it doesnít affect him. So I got the brilliant idea to caress him instead of hurting him. I touch his private parts gently and the guy gets really disoriented. Unfortunately that gives them the wrong idea and they decide to drag me to a room where they plan to rape me. One of them gets undressed really fast while the other two hold me down. I ponder whether or not I should play along, but I look at them a bit disgusted and decide not and to follow my first plan, which was to use sex as distraction. As soon as they let their guard down a little bit I fly through the window.


      7:30

      Alien witch
      I am with a horrible itching in my right hand. I see some skin lifted and bugs moving underneath the skin, like fleas. I squeeze them out in disgust. But there is also a kind of gelatinous creature that does not want to leave. It slips deeper into the skin, but after much struggle I manage to pull it outside. It is a kind of viscous red bag that seems to grow every second. I throw it to the ground and smash it, but this only frees the some kind of embryo from within the viscous bag. It continues to grow an becomes a monstrous fish, which struggles on the ground in distress. My aunt Lisa appears beside me and seems disgusted with the creature. Grabs it by the tail and throws it to the ground again, but I feel compassion for the beast. I say to Lisa that it is dying and thereís no point in hurting it even more. I cuddle it but the image of it choking is unbearable so I run to get a bowl of water and put it inside. Lisa says I'm crazy, that I should let this thing die, but I canít. I put it in water. Shortly after, it is breathing on its own. Then it becomes a kind of monstrous and disgusting cat furless cat. Now it is choking in the water, but even before I reach to help, he jumps out and after a few gulps of air, it flees to another room. I donít know what to do, so I wait. We hear really strange noises from the other room and then a sort of witch alien creature appears at the door. It definitely isnít a friendly creature, but because I have saved her life, she is thankful and wants to be my friend. She comes to me and I feel the urge to get out of the dream.

      8:00
    14. 30 Dec: Man in black attack again

      by , 01-11-2011 at 06:34 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING PRECOG SHARED

      23.45

      Fragments

      Iím at home with my new BF/fiancťe, who I donít recognize. I hear a kitten meowing and I look for him. Instead of a kitten, I find a dead bird drowned on something with water. I try to revive him with no success so I put him down on a shelf.

      I decide to organize the bookshelf which is full of diaries and albums. Zilla is with me and steals one of my most recent diaries and runs away to go read it. I try to get it back. She opens on a random page and finds an episode in which I confess (it even has pictures) of having had a crush for some teacher back in 2000.

      Somewhere on a road, buses are passing by and I should get into one, but have no idea which one would take me home. I make a sign to stop a random bus. One stops but not for me, only because one of its passengers was questioning the driver about the directions they were heading to and they are discussing it. I keep walking.

      2:30

      Ghosts
      Walking along train tracks with friends and mothers of friends. We see an airplane free falling and coming to hit the ground exactly where we are. I run and escape, but they donít. I then pass by a stand selling second hand clothes. I want to buy something because later I might have to wait for my mother standing outside in the cold and my clothes are really not warm enough. But I only have coins in my pockets and no wallet. I also realise I have no docs or keys to go back home. I keep going. Someone tells me Iím being escorted by ghosts and I find it is the ghosts of my friends. I decide to go meet their families to let them know. The first family I visit I encounter Carlos (a guy who had a crush for me in school) and I am happy to know that he is now an actor and performs for the benefit of several causes. But while the rest of the family accepts the news peacefully, he is the one over dramatizing.

      4:30

      Temples and farming tips
      On a Japanese temple in the middle of a lake. I become lucid when I hear birds singing and I can distinguish clearly the songs of each one individually. The sound of the water, the roughness of the rock and the colours of the wood, are all intense and detailed. I look around and I see this is a complex of temples. I float through the air in half-lotus position until I reach the main temple where I want to meditate. I offer prostrations to the Buddha with dozens of other persons from several distinct Buddhist schools. Then Iím invited to join a group meditation on a room to my right side, which I accept. The room is inclined, making it extremely uncomfortable to sit on the floor, but I manage to get a pillow to make it better. We are then interrupted by some lady who warns everybody that the last bus to go back to hotel is about to leave in 15 mins. I lose lucidity for a while and I think Iím with them, so when they leave I follow them. But along the way I recover lucidity and ignore them. I cross a bridge and find an agricultural field. Iím surprised to recognize the farmer who is growing maize there - it's Lucas. He is demonstrating a new irrigation system he created. Because Iím about to become a farmer to, I show interest in his technique. I prepare to memorize the design and materials when he turns it on and I get all wet.
      Later on I ask him some questions and write them down on a notebook.

      6:00

      Family secrets and man in black attack again
      With dad and rest of the family at my late grannyís home. Dad is about to leave to go somewhere but I go after him Ďcause I forgot to ask him something. My cousin Cris comes with a yogurt maker she wants him to take in the car. He agrees to take it later, but hands it over to me for now.
      Then back inside the house, I went to store the machine on some storage room and found a secret entrance to a whole secret section of the house nobody ever told me about. Not just a room, but a long corridor full of rooms. My cousin knew about it and I ask why she didnít tell me. She says our parents found out after our granny died, but out of respect for her, they decided not to ever go there. I found that stupid. My dad finds out about my interest and offers to grant me access to an office which is right at the entrance under his supervision. He tells me he himself used to go there secretly with permission from my grandma and none of his brothers knew.
      But Iím not satisfied with the offer. I later ask my friend Zilla to come help me explore the whole thing. We sneak in through the secret passage. I find a room with a closet full of nice dresses and I immediately pick a dark blue one I think itís awesome. I believe my grandma would want me to use them instead of having them rotting. I then find another room where apparently she used to rest. By the side of a bed, I find a notebook with some cryptic annotations that look religious or of some kind of cult. I think I found something important. I then hear footsteps. I tell ZIlla to close the door and duck behind the bed. She locked the door and someone tries to open it. Iím getting nervous. Then from a wall of this room, a secret passage opens and two people in dark suits come out of it. I laugh nervously and ask in a playful manner who they are and how they knew about that passage. They donít respond and simply grab me. The one that grabs me is a strong black lady and she sticks a needle in my arm. Zilla is trying to open the door to run away, but she canít. I fight back and take the needle off my arm and stick it on my aggressor. She laughs at me, saying itís useless, Ďcause the drug was a very effective tiny portion and is all on my blood right now. I suck my arm, trying to get it out and delay the effects, but to no point. I black out. Then I wake up.

      8:00
    15. bad chicken restaurant; new kinds of fish; anime guy; buddha from fire

      by , 12-13-2010 at 01:25 PM
      Good morning, everybody. These dreams are all influenced by an anime/manga event I attended on Sunday.

      Dream #1

      I was at some kind of chicken fast-food restaurant, possibly in a mall. I'm not sure if I was an employee or a customer. I think the store colors may have been blue and white.

      At some point I was in the back area of the restaurant. There were a lot of workers rushing around in a panic regarding the chickens.

      Apparently live chickens were kept in another room. The chickens were then killed and cooked. But someone said that the arrangements for the chickens didn't make sense, that something was wrong about the whole thing. The thing wrong may have had to do with the chickens never seeming to go to the bathroom, or with their waste never having to be removed from the room where they were kept.

      I went to the room where the chickens were kept by exiting a back door in the restaurant's food prep area and then crossing a small hallway that was like the back area for a mall and an alley. I'm not sure if I ever went into the room with the chickens.

      I think I knew, however that the fact that the chickens were producing no waste meant one of two things. The first possibility was that the chickens were being manipulated in such a way that they didn't create waste, i.e. they were just being made into something like food machines, big globs of meat.

      The second possibility was that chickens weren't being used at all. I imagined that babies were actually being kidnapped at random and being used in place of the chickens. The "chicken room" was just a front, a room with nothing in it at all.

      Dream #2

      A man got mad at me because I was doing something (I have no idea what) that hindered his ability to help preserve a whole bunch of new species of fish that he had found. I decided to stop doing whatever it was I had been doing. It may have had something to do with using up some kind of funds.

      I was now out over a huge body of water. It was a bright, clear day. I was skimming over the water as if I were on water skis. Just to my right was some kind of track or some kind of dividing line. It was barely visible above the surface of the water.

      The fish that the man had discovered and preserved now began jumping up out of the water as I passed them. They all had the same kind of look. They were almost cartoony. They had the look of a children's book drawing of a whale: the bulbous head, flat belly, and fan tail. Some of them looked plasticky; others looked scaly. Many of them had jewel-like dots on them. Some also had silvery bands floating around them or above them.

      I seemed to be happy that I had done whatever I had done to allow these newly discovered fish to be preserved.

      Dream #3

      I climbed up through some dark area and found myself in the top area of some place like a temple or a church. The place reminds me of a belltower, exept much wider. It was daytime, with a clear, blue sky.

      A young man (who I spoke with at an anime event in waking life) was playing with a computer. The man was a little overweight, with tan skin, short hair, and black-rimmed glasses. He wore a black t-shirt.

      The young man was showing me some anime he was really excited about on his computer. He eventually told me that it was related to some other anime. He had to go somewhere, but he pointed out some magazines that were behind me. These magazines were also related to this other anime.

      I turned around and was suddenly in "the young man's room," on a swivel chair. The room was dim. I was looking down at a small desk with a couple of magazines on it. The magazines seemed to be about making 3-D art on the computer.

      The magazine covers showed a bunch of half-finished 3-D characters, mostly cute girls in frilly dresses. The faces, in particular, were often unfinished, so that the eyes just looked like peach, plastic globs.

      One dress struck me as very realistic. It was light blue and satiny, with white frills as trim. It suddenly struck me that these anime art magazines were very similar to fetish porn magazines. But I decided I'd keep that opinion to myself, since I didn't want to offend the young man.

      Dream #4

      I was apparently Shinji Ikari from Neon Genesis Evangelion. I was living out "a scene from Neon Genesis" while also remembering/watching it.

      The story was (in my "memory") that Shinji had been dissolved in some battle. He had been evaporated by a huge mass of white steam. But somehow scientists had managed to reconstruct his body. So he was now, in a sense, artificial.

      Now I, as Shinji (not inside the giant robot Eva, just as Shinji, all on my own), was in the huge mass of white steam. I was waiting to be dissolved. But I wasn't dissolving. This was kind of disappointing to me, and I wondered if I had remembered the story correctly.

      I was now climbing up a wall, out of the steam. I still kept thinking and hoping that I would be dissolved. I assumed that the steam would surprise me by jumping up, pulling me down, and dissolving me. But it never did. I just kept climbing up the wall.

      The wall was like a wall leading up from some kind of industrial drainage area or some dam. The wall was green, as if it had a forest mural painted on it.

      I'm not sure how I climbed up the wall. There seemed to be some metal, rebar-like, squarish portrusions to my left. I seemed to be using them somehow to climb. But they seemed to be too small to be totally practical.

      It was getting harder and harder to scale the wall. I didn't know if I would make it. But I finally got to the top.

      At the top was a grassy area, like a park. There was a huge "fire" (actually a huge pile of burning ash) on the grass. I knew that this fire was being used to melt down a large, golden statue of Buddha.

      I watched the fire, however, and saw that the golden Buddha was not melting into the ashes. In fact, no Buddha was there. Instead, the Buddha's hand emerged from the ashes. I knew that the fire was actually creating the Buddha from gold that had already been melted. I may have wondered whether enough gold had been placed into the fire to create a Buddha sized in proportion with the hand, which itself was probably as tall as I.

      I now found myself in a museum, watching the creation of the Buddha on a TV screen. The gold rising up from the fire took all kinds of shapes, but nothing resembling the Buddha. I somehow got the impression that very few people actually watched this video, because they were too afraid to actually watch something rise from the flames instead of being melted by them.

      I backed away from the screen and looked around at the room I was in. My mom was somewhere nearby. The room was open, light, with white walls and adobe-red floors. It felt very free, though the room was small.

      I was now in another room, looking at the video of the creation of the Buddha. But the screen was now behind a glass case set into the wall. The screen also seemed to be like a frozen image, a still photograph on pasteboard, even though it also still seemed to be a moving image on a TV screen.

      The image of "the Buddha" was actually a huge, golden structure that looked something like a menorah made out of bricks. It looked almost Assyrian. At the top, where flames would normally be depicted, there were, in some spots, flames, but in other spots, just cubes of golden bricks.

      An older Jewish couple walked into the room. The man was humming a Jewish folk tune. He bent down and pointed at some title card in a display near the melting Buddha display. (The display the man was in front of may now suddenly have been the melting Buddha display.)

      The man may have said something to his wife about the similarities between Judaism and Buddhism.

      Updated 12-14-2010 at 02:09 AM by 37466 (Tried to clean up some lousy grammar...)

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