This first dream I had awhile ago. I can't remember everything. But what I do remember is that I apparently was at my old Elementary school which no longer exists. But at the same time the classroom I was in looked more like the ones at my high school. I believed the teacher wanted me to sit at the back (I can't remember if my dreamself had glasses yet or not). I refused to sit at the back and sat at the front and like in real life when I was in elementary and high school-bullies were sending stuff like paper balls at me. In the middle of the dream and of the in-dream class that somene litereally threw a desk at me. I can't remember if it hit me or not in dream. I then remember running out of the classroom crying till I got somewhere ( can't remember where) and someone whom looked like my Gr.3 Teacher talked to me and the dream ended
Since I didn't do the journal yesterday I forget about what I dreamt and can only write this down as this is the only things I do remember: 1.) Helium balloons. Spoke with a high pitch voice. 2.) Made fun out of a guy. He was sitting on the floor and was really ashamed. Kept doing it anyway.
I was on a 'bus' with a guy from work (Eddy). I sad down in the 'forbidden seat'. Someone immediately pointed out I wasn't supposed to sit there. Notes also say "very bright ceiling tile"? Not sure what that means. I had a fight with my dad again. I got emotional because of an old picture of my mom. I thought it was recent birthday picture at first. My dad saw something was up, but decided to be an insensitive dick and make me feel like shit. He said, in Dutch: "Ge zit daar te trillen als ne halve gare", meaning: "You sit there, shaking like a moron" and a lot more rude BS. Really summarizes how I see my dad. Incapable of dealing with emotions. I was in Barcelona with my class from school (an event that actually happened twice, in 2007 and 2008). The weather was really sunny and warm, and it was winter. I met a cute girl and we had sex. There was some foot fetishism going on, nothing too extreme. Afterwards, we were outside and I kissed her goodbye. My "friends" (at the time, now mortal enemies) were there too, watching. The girl was taller than me, by the way. I noticed that because I'm always super insecure about my pitiful height for a male. Anyway, we had to leave (get on the plane to fly back home), but bullies hid my shoes so I couldn't leave. I found some dirty shoes at a place we came through before, thrown away by those fucking bullies. On my way back through the city (a ruined house?), I saw some landmarks I hadn't photographed yet (the Sagrada is one of them), and it made me wish I had more time. I could technically leave whenever I wanted, so I could maybe visit the girl again first.
I was in the company of Jeroen and Sander, two fellows (brothers) who used to be in my class (Jeroen was, Sander was still in the previous year) waaay back in 1998-1999-2000. I think we "walked and talked" while moving through a long corridor. I was bullied, excluded and tormented in those days (and all the years after that until 2008). I asked Sander if I ever hurt him, and he said I did. I halfheartedly apologized. It's true, they used to be really fat, and I wasn't. The rest bullied me, and my frustration needed a way out, so I bullied the only ones I perceived as more pathetic than me, the fat kids!
Long time no lucid dreams, so I decided to try WILD again. I've always been really bad at it, but why not keep trying. Woke up at 2am and decided to read a few articles from Deep Lucid Dreaming - Wake up in your dreams for a happier, more creative life. Learn how to lucid dream and transform your dreamlife After 20 minutes I put my phone away, lay on my back and started with meditation. Must say this time it felt like ages, I was waiting for my usual hypnagogia to kick in but for a long time, nothing. Then finally the usual stuff started to happen - voices, sentences, scenes.... I remember this fat guy's face showing me some medieval painting... I was excited because I knew that my body was falling asleep. Now at this point I usually fail to balance it and just doze off. But this time I tried really hard. First thing that materialized was a cute girl with long hair, wearing khaki shorts and a shirt. She was standing in front of me ... then I noticed I'm waiting in line for something, it looked like a typical american high school. My boyfriend is in the line behind me. No doubt this is a dream. I'm not overly excited, I'm juts pleased with the outcome. I'm thinking the girl is really hot and my boyfriend might like to look at her butt too. I grab her, lift her up and put her behind me, so she's standing in front of him now. She has the softest skin and gives me a confused look, but she's smiling. Now there are two muscular guys in front of me. They look like twins, only one has blond hair. Immediately as I see them I realize I don't like them one bit. They're all muscles, gel in their hair, I can actually smell their cheap cologne. I am normally a very peaceful person. I hate bullying and would never do it. But now, being lucid, I feel like I can experiment. Especially since I find them both so unlovable. They are both like two meters tall and they're minding their own business. I push one as hard as I can, he barely even stumbles. And I shout at him (which is SO unlike me) "What's your problem??" He turns around (at this point I am really curious as this is probably my first interaction with a dream character where I am fully focused on him) and gives me the same confused look and a soft smile. He doesn't say anything, just stares at me. I don't know why but that really irritates me. Maybe because it's so boring, he's like a dummy. And then I start. I pick on them, I say ugly things to them, I'm trying all I can to see how they react and to get even the slightest hint of emotion or intelligence from them. But they just stand there, let me do whatever I do to them, smiling like idiots. I remember at one point I pinch one and shout "You like that, bitch?!" No response. I proceed to take off their pants, hoping they'll get embarrassed. None of this feels sexual at all, it's just me messing with them. So now they stand there with their pants off and the stupid smiles on their faces. I grab the pants and decide to run away and hide them. My boyfriend runs with me. We get home and hide the clothes in our wardrobe. I feel disappointed that they didn't even try to chase us. My boyfriend starts folding his own clothes nicely, just arranging the wardrobe and stuff. "I'm so glad we are in my dream and not the guys' dream," I say. Then I get a bit worried, wondering if this is really my dream and not someone else's dream. What if I am a dream character and don't know? I look at my boyfriend who's still folding his t-shirts. "Are you dreaming?" I ask. He says he is not sure. "Well, what are you doing now?" I ask him again. He looks at the t-shirt in his hands and thinks for a bit and then says "I'm stacking coal. .... I guess that means I am not dreaming." I start giggling because I find it so adorable that my dream boyfriend can't tell that he's dreaming and considers stacking coal his usual daily activity. And then, of course, I wake up.
I'm looking for a place to stay for the next few weeks while I take a course in a new city. I know that a certain motel/hostel/dorm has spots available for students, but they also fill up fast. So I head over there as soon as I'm in town. Luckily, there is a place available. Unluckily, it's haunted by the victim of a mean-spirited (and presumably lethal) prank by members of a fraternity or something. We don't actually have those here, but it was a group of guys and they were terrible people. So now the ghost violently murders people who stay in the dorms. There's a woman screaming. I'm running towards her as she's being dragged into a fluffy duvet or pile of pillows. I really should emphasize that they were unabashedly evil pillows, with the electrifying reek of corrupted darkness emanating from them. I grab the woman by the elbows, and she tells me No, it will get you, too! I can't hold her, and my arm ends up dragged into the rift. Excruciating, electric pain arcs up my right arm (the kind of pain that you only feel in dreaming, where it overwhelms everything and it hurts but doesn't feel like pain in waking life). I try to pull my arm away, but there's resistance, sucking me into the rift. I rip my arm away— But the bleeding, rotten darkness is still everywhere and there's nowhere to go— I wake up. I reality check, tapping my fingers against the sheets. One-two-three-four-five. Genuinely awake. Damn ghost thinks it's gonna get the better of me, huh? I slip back into dreaming. I'm back in the dorm room, and it's quiet. Shadows whisper along the ceiling and in the dark corners of the room. I hold out a hand, and the shadows still. The ripping, tearing thing leaps into me, but I'm ready this time. I channel the pain, force the thing out of my body until it faces me, forced to its knees on the floor. Let's solve your problem. My terms.
I am a student at a prep school. I am being bullied by the gym teacher (who looks like a psychotic mix between Dolph Lundgren and Josh Hartnett He tells me he'll give me a black star--punch me in the forehead, but so administrators won't see any marks. Then he'll get some of the other kids to "beat my ass." They will "put me in a circle" and punch me. I get in trouble for something with a friend (not someone I know in WL), and we both get sent to the principal's office. Principal is telling my friend how he will get him kicked out of this school. My friend starts crying, and asking why I won't be getting kicked out as well. The principal says the circumstances are different for me. The principal goes on, looking through some thick book, and saying things like, "Seems there is an opening at such-and-such school." I scoot my chair (it's a rolley chair) closer to see what he is reading. It's an album of Winnie the Pooh pictures. I laugh. He sees that I've seen the album and smiles. He then kindly lectures us on behaving in class, and tells us we need to do that. I say, "I am going to shoot straight with you," to the principal. I tell him about the gym teacher's threats. He slowly transforms from a slender, bald man with glasses to a heavier, blonde-bearded guy. The bearded guy tells us how they called the gym teacher "the cheat pro" in high school because he always cheated. I ask incredulously if he went to school here. The principal says he did not. His beard has changed into some weird metal clip flapping from his chin. He also has a clip hanging from his lower lip, his ears, and maybe nose (?). The clips flap as he talks. This seems vaguely unprofessional to me, but don't notice it as weird The principal has now changed into a woman. She says she is sure the teacher did not mean his threats, and that he has to have some way to control the class. I tell her she is wrong, and that I fully expect to be beaten up soon. I tell her I will let her know if that happens. My friend and I are heading back to class. I realize I forgot my book bag in the principal's office. I also am trying to remember what my science homework is. I realize I have done no science homework the entire year. Does that mean I just have a zero in the class? Why didn't the principal mention my grade? It suddenly dawns on me that I might be dreaming. I nose pinch twice and can breathe. My friend is looking at me expectantly. I think to tell him this is a dream, but then remember how DCs tend to wig out on me if I do that. I say nothing. I also realize I don't need to go back to the office for the backpack, as I can just summon it here. I reach behind me, feeling for the strap. I feel the correct texture, and pull the backpack around to me. It has some orange coloration, but it otherwise almost exactly like the back pack I have in WL. I am satisfied. I then decide to head outside. There are many students in the main hall--everyone seems to be heading to class. I am walking down a wide staircase with students going up and down. I see a boy trying to lift a duffel bag up onto the step above him--the step he is trying to get up is somehow very high, about four or five feet. I lift the bag up for him, reasoning that this should not take too much of my dream time. He thanks me (?) and then says I should lift bags in a certain way--I should "waffle" them. Whatevs Another student stops me, and starts talking. I stop and listen, but it comes out garbled. I ask him to repeat himself. He shakes his head, and says he was just going to "cheer me on" or something. I realize this is just a DC, and therefore is not real. "You're fine," I say to him, and continue on to the front steps of the school. As I approach, I remember to observe the dream. What would that entail here? I pay more attention. Doors are made of glass. I go outside onto the main steps. Something is now in my mouth--I'm chewing. Two girls approach me. They want me to take a survey or something. I spit the food out of my mouth in a retching fashion to see how they will react. They just stare at the chewed up food on the ground. I wake up. Go for the DEILD but no
Red: DV members Blue: Lucid 2:10 AM: Fragment. In an enchanted garden at night. All of the creatures here (mainly butterflies) are constructs, and are designed to "find out" thing about people (listening at the proper moment, or asking particular questions). This has something to do with sleep and dreaming but C/R (can't remember). 5:43 AM: (FA) I attempt WILD, which initiates missed FA. gab sees me trying to WILD and decides to help. She explains her method of WILDing: she visualizes Naruto in meditative posture (yeah right) before a big battle. She says the moment Naruto gets into meditative posture, he begins telling her he is ready to WILD. "I can see people fighting," he says. "The closest fight is the best one!" and "I'm ready right now," and "I'm still ready" and finally, if gab misses these cues, "I've woken up!" I marvel at how easy it is for gab to WILD! The dream transitions to a false WBTB (lol) where I am ordering pizza with Sensei and a coworker. I have to walk down a long dirt road to get to my room, but am excited about having pizza. I explain to my coworker and Sensei that I will probably not have any soda because I need to return to bed for the competition. I also look at myself in the mirror at some point. Nothing weird; I just look tired. I contemplate taking Galantamine, then remember that it was hard to fall back asleep after a lucid dream. I reassure myself by remembering that we've just purchased some blackout curtains and I can sleep as late as I need to. I then take the Galantamine (?) but cannot remember a moment later if I took it or not. I ask my coworker if I took it. He says he thinks so. I tell him this is important, and is he sure? He assures me he is certain, and says, "You took something from that bottle." I am satisfied. I ask him if he wants one and he declines, saying he has heard it is ineffective. I assure him it has worked for me in the past, though he chalks this up to my "good recall." He admits his recall is very bad. I say mine has not been so great either lately. (WBTB, WILD attempt 2) 7:24 AM: Meeting a Tibetan medicine student in a grocery store. We have an argument about how best to induce lucid dreams. He is trying to sell me some junk medicine. He then says that "half of the mind is dark" when travelling in different countries, which is why I am not remembering dreams. I tell him this is ridiculous and that the mind is never "dark." He becomes angry and says he cannot teach me anything. I try to calm him down. "Can't we have a discussion?" I ask. "Is homeopathy always right?" "Yes," he says. He storms off. He then returns and says he is going to inform my "carlo" (no idea what that is) and my lama as to my rudeness. He also says he is going to find "all of the people that love me" and inform them too. I begin to get angry now to the point of violence. I implore him not to contact my friends and family, and get involved in my affairs. I also explain to him that our relationship is business, so do not make it personal. "Tell me you are understanding reality right now," I say. A child I know wants to get past me to the drink cooler. I move out of the way. I am conscious now of making a scene, and decide to walk away. I head over to the freezer section, thinking I will preemptively call my lama and inform him of some lunatic who will be calling soon. I doubt he'll be mad at all. I meet a little old lady in the freezer section, and she asks for help finding the "orange juice with sugar." I begin digging through the freezer trying to find it. She tells me she completed "three years" of something "in three days." I politely ask how this is possible, because I feel she may have dementia. She explains how her personal business fell apart due to internal conflict. Dream (mercifully) ends. 8:58 AM: At a lake with a high school friend. He sees me and asks me to come over. I do. He then ignores me to talk to someone else (rather typical of him, I'm afraid). He sees an overweight girl walk past. Apparently she looks at him, because he says to the other guy, "Do you see this girl looking at me?" They then make fun of her. The other guy says, "Tell her to go inside, turn on the AC, and press the button that says 'food.'" They laugh then. I am disgusted, because they chose to make fun of her because maybe she found my friend attractive for a moment. I wonder why I am sitting her being ignored and then it hits me: Oh yes. This is a dream. I nose pinch to RC. I am about to set off to take care of my tasks, but I cannot pass up this opportunity. I truly look at my friend for the first time, and his eyes bug out and seems a bit cartoony. I look away and he stabilizes into himself. He tells me we are going somewhere else now. While he is talking, I am listening, and start to lose lucidity. I mentally repeat, "This is a dream" to stabilize. Lucidity returns. I tell him I'm not going. He asks why not. I say, "Because you're supposed to be my friend, but being around you is neither friendly nor fun." I then walk away. He tries to follow me, but I start running (quite elated actually) and jump high over a 9ft fence or so and easily land on the other side. Escaped! I then set to the tasks. I attempt the basic flying task. I leap into the air, high again, and yank branches down off of a pine tree. I swim my arms a bit, but don't see any real flying. For some reason, in dream, I become convinced that I have satisfied the basic flying task, but C/R when I wake up. Oh well. I then attempt advanced flying. I peer up at the sky. It is very far away, blue, with white clouds. It seems impossible. I tell myself, "This is just your mind. You can fly right up into those clouds." I remember StephL saying that advanced flying seemed kind of scary, and I empathize with that thought. I jump into the air, staring straight up, and fall right back down. I try a couple more times. Nope. I decide to do the basic dream control task and set off. I run down to my school building where I went to school as a child, and see a bolt in the wall (at this point I attempt advanced flying again, but still no success). I begin to shape the bolt with my hands, expanding it, and willing it to change into something else. It transforms into a combination lock. The lock looks more like a paperweight than a real lock, but it certainly is no longer a bolt. I am satisfied. I turn to find something else to mess around with and the dream ends. So I tallied my points and it's actually 18.5: 2 NLD: 2 1 frag: 1/2 1 lucid: 5 RC/Stabilize: 1 Interact w/ DC: 2 Basic Object changing: 4 WBTB: 2 WILD: 1 If anyone has any advice on flying and advanced flying, I would love to learn. It's one of the things I want to do more than anything, and one of the things I have been least successful at in the past. Sometimes I am OK at basic flying, but most often it has been challenging. I am much more adept at manipulating the environment.
Dec. 5, 2012 10:30-6:00 I was Bart Simspon from The Simpsons. I went to a school I didn't know. Bart (me) was on the football team at that school. I (Bart) was pretty good at it. I saw Ralph (the kid from same show who says "Ha ha!" to everyone) bullying a kid on a basketball court. The kid was sitting there, getting bullied next to Ralph. I went over there and I saw that the kid had a "revelation", and he stood up and acted all happy. Later in the dream (or a different dream, I have no idea), my nose was bothering me. It probably was in real life while I was sleeping, too. I wasn't Bart Simpson anymore, nor was the dream in first person anymore, either. It felt like I was watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia. There was some mention about cat huffing, whatever that is, and the dream ended.
Random TV Clip I was in some studio or room that was quite small - everything was bright, modern and futuristic. I remember looking at the TV and seeing the intro animation for The National (news show on CBC Canada), but it was a very old version from the late 2000's. It was quite funny because it was so modern looking and the TV clip was so old. I should have realized and became lucid, but I wasn't focusing right. Bullying This one is weird. I was in my garage and I remember being approached by some weird boys (I'm guessing I was being like a little version of myself) and I remember them beating me up. I didn't get bullied when I was little (and even now for that matter) so I don't exactly know why I had this dream. The scene continued on my front yard - I remember hearing them say something like they were doing the 'track brace' or 'train' something to me. In the moment, I was actually pretty freaked out and felt helpless.
I was looking for my bus out in a country environment, but it was just one of the shops where I park, according to dream logic. I found my bus and noticed it was dented in the middle. As I walked around to the passenger's side, I got a better look. It had been wrecked. (Why would I be picking up my bus in that condition?) ~ There were a bunch of people picking on someone, or fighting them. Unlike me, I immediately went over to help the person, ignoring any harm that might come to me. I felt really good to be doing the right thing. ~ I had another dream where I couldn't get food. I was at some type of banquet. I had eaten two plates already, so I didn't get to enjoy them in my dream. I didn't want to be greedy, so I didn't eat more, but everyone around me was eating. I eventually decided I better get full; that's what we were there fore. I went to the buffet, but they were out of food. The server went to get more, so I waited. When he came back, my plate had been served with a piece of steak that I didn't want. Oh well, I would just put some more stuff on my plate. I got my plate and saw about 3 different dishes. One was little clam-like things. It looked like h'orderves. I wanted to get them, and some of the other dishes, but they told me now they were closing up. Why would they bring out all the food that they did just to close? I started to hurry just to get one plate of food. I saw some broccolli. I never got more food. I then went to the bathroom to wash my hands. There was stuff all around like a dirty clothes hamper and a stool with clothes hanging off everything. I had to turn to the side to avoid the stuff just to get to the urinals. Once I got around the stuff in the way, the room opened up. It was a huge bathroom. I thought about how much of a waste of space it was. I never actually went to the bathroom. I started to wash my hands instead. As I started to wash, I found I had some tin foil in my hands. I was trying to rinse my hands, but the lather kept building up. I never got rid of the tin foil in my hands either.
I am standing in a field. Several houses surround the field, each made with dull orange bricks. It's quite a nice sunny day (a common theme in my dreams) but I feel sad. Apparently I had to go back to school. I saw my two friends, O and O walking past me quite happily. I walk towards where I know the school is, and turn into another field, this time with a football pitch. While walking accross, I join more people walking to school. Suddenly, a small blonde boy stands in front of me, smirking. I try and fail to get past him, and then I get hit from behind. A group of 12 year olds start beating me up, spinning me round, throwing me e.t.c. I'll teach the little f****** I think, but every time I try to throw a punch, I meet heavy resistance until I either stop short of them, or it hits with barely any force. They aren't actually hurting me, but its infuriating to not be able to do anything. I used to get bullied a lot (though never physically, thank god) and this used to be a common theme in my dreams . One of my friends, B, calls "I thought you said fighting Year 7's was easy!" They find my struggle hilarious, and eventually throw me at the ground and go off to play football. I walk away to take an alternate route: a small path running down the side of the field, seperated by a small hedge. I find a stick, hop on and zoom along about a meter off the ground. Suddenly, I see a floating stick in front of me, blocking my path. I think to myself, "If I were lucid right now, that stick would..." and BLAM! POW! THOCK! THWUMP! HEDGEMONY! I become lucid. The stick seems to be some kind of evil force, trying to manifest in the stick and morph to a form more dangerous to me. As it dramatically gathers itself, I just bluntly grab it out of the air. No evil in my dreams...well, other than my evil. I smile wikedly to myself. I wonder how those Year 7's will cope with a lucid warrior? Righteous fury welling inside me, I fly dramatically over the hedge and make a beeline for the football pitch where I can see the perpetuators. The dastardly curs! And then, the dream changes and I loose the little lucidity I had. The rest of the dream involves me placing presents in giant christmas stockings. Still, at least I had a new years lucid!
non-dream - non-lucid - lucid 01/11/10 Mainly fragmented stuff have been on a week long break to see if I could reduce the amount of stress I had associated with dreaming (RCs, awareness checks and writing down). My recall seems to have improved slightly, but I have forced myself not to write things down, but here I am back again. Was in a computer FPS like scenario, had a feeling I was in someone else's dream. Kept running over the same places looking for something, the key to get further with no success. I was climbing stuff. Same scenery but I am supposed to be there, being followed by two teenagers, Jacob Bausager seems afraid of them, he borrows the plane and crashes it, it is my parents I go ballistic, I trusted him with it. different people setting up various outlets to make money, Martin is one of them, I have one of his beers and help him out a bit. His mum comes and tells me I have always understood him, I don't understand this as I was horrible to him in school, we talk about his legs. Martin explains how I used to hit them, back in school when they were at their worst. Drinking blood of a woman, she has betrayed me and I shouldn't have come out on top, but her blood gives me strength, when she is almost completely dry I get a narcotic rush and tell her “Now I know why they drain them completely” She replies that I haven't come close yet. I feel euphoric I feel like having sex with this woman, but I am not going to do it with her dead. I start pouring blood into the hole I have been sucking from, she asks what I am doing and I reply that I don't want to kill her. She sounds hopeful, but tells me that I will need to hypnotise her. I tell her I don't know how to do that and she explains that I will need to talk to Thomas (White Court Vamp, Dresden Files) about that. OK a note here: During my time in Thailand I got attacked by vampires, they laid off the attacks as I stroke a bargain with the family patron vamp. I was suspicious then as to what was involved in the deal, but nothing so far has come up. This is my first vamp related dream since then and the only one ever with me on the sucking side. Although I try to be a good guy I must admit I am fairly interested in seeing if this is somewhat part of the same overall plot. IWL as per me writing this down I can't help but think “Is this it, am I turning now?” (This next section I think I was more awake than in a dream, but I will write it down anyhows) I am in the other guys dream as mentioned before, fairly positive I have just been awake. I am practising expectations behind doors, as a way of changing scenery (I am horrendous at dream control involving change of location). So the entire exercise for me here is to successfully explore a dream while lucid (A flowing change of scenery where I don't get caught up in my poor conscious imaginative skills to interfere). I keep thinking to myself “Damn this doesn't count, I can't even get into first person, so really I am just visualising all of this and not dreaming at all. Damn that means I will wake up shortly as well” (A pretty non-productive way of thinking!) It only lasts about 30 seconds to a minute.
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