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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Dark Car Ride:

I was walking to my friends car after school was over. It was parked in a new lot that I don't remember the school having. By the time I got to it, it was raining extremely hard- and it got extremely dark out (but its not like it took a while to ever get there).

His car was brown and really beat up, in the dream. I got into the passenger side and he started to drive towards the exit. He has to drive overly slow so he wouldn't hit anyone. For some reason, his car lights weren't on. As we got onto the main road, the dream started to go completely black.

The dream went black and I jumped into another dream.

Saucy Muffins:

I was in a new dream, still at school, walking towards the gym. I reached into my pocket and realized that I only had $2. If I wanted a muffin for lunch, I would had to get it now before they were all gone (which is true, all the muffins are gone by lunch, and they are $1 each so in the dream I was planning on getting two). I walked down to the cafeteria and it was really dark outside now, although it was bright when I was walking to the gym. I went in side and asked the lady where the muffins were. I then asked for a plain one and pointed to a chocolate one. She gave me the plain one and then she gave me this weird looking one that had pecans on the top. She started to pour this sauce over the top of it. I'm really disgusted over how sugary it looks. I said "I don't mean to hurt your feelings, but I didn't want that one". She said "Oh ok, just tell me whatever you want I can get it for you.... Anything....". I replied "I really just want the chocolate muffin".

End of dream. I can't remember if I woke up or what happened.

Lucid Thrift Store

I'm in some kind of thrift store, which is a regular living room but with a rack of clothes. I see Heather's new clothes she bought for her birthday the other day (in real life) on top of the rack.

She wouldn't donate those, I think. I am instantly lucid. The dream is difficult to connect with for whatever reason. I rub my hands together for stability but realize I have mittens on. I remove them and try again.

I sit on the floor for a moment, thinking of what I want to do in a dream. I try to recall my goals.

An eastern women is at a cash register and is doing a little dance. It is very simple but she acts very proud, as if it took her months to perfect it. She looks over to me and offers me acid after she's done.

I close my eyes and she places a tab of acid on my tongue (I "know" this happened, but didn't actually feel it occur.) Suddenly my body is knocked from a sitting position to my head on the floor. I lose lucidity.

The dream spins into a different room, a different scene:


Dylan Returns

I am in my ex-beloved's living room (not a replica of real life at all). It has very nice hardwood floors which I admire. We are hanging out, catching up. He offers to bring me to the ATM with him or something.

We are in his car. I ask if he has his license and he responds that he doesn't. He goes through the ATM and we drive somewhere else.

We are now on a beach. He is tattooing Bart Simpson onto my foot. I look at my foot a lot and think of how sketchy the lines are and if I'll regret this.

I have a discussion with someone else on the beach of how stupid water shoes are.

I got a lot of sleep and had many dreams this night. I didn't write them down so here's my best attempt at recall.

fragment
There was a dream here before the lucids. No detail other than I remember waking up from it and then into the lucids.

Black and White Lucid
Method DILD (?)
Lucidity C
Vividness C
Control C
I don't remember much about this one. I mostly remember that my vision was black and white and this was disappointing. I remember trying to look at my hands but I couldn't move them. When I woke up, I was determined to have another lucid of higher quality.

Questions Answered in Lucid
Method DILD (spontaneous)
Lucidity B
Vividness B
Control C
I don't recall how I became lucid. I am in a luxurious house. I am looking through a sliding glass door to the pool area. In and around the pool, a bunch of attractive people, mostly blonde chicks in bikinis. I look at my hands for stability. My body is a bit stiff and I have some awareness of my paralyzed physical body. I try to let go of that and just focus on being in the dreaming. I notice that the dream is in full color and that it fills me whole field of vision like an IMAX movie. This makes me more confident. I phase through the glass door and enter the pool area.

I think a few other things happen at this point. I don't recall. I feel like I fly away from the scene to find something and then came back. When I come back, there are four people left at the pool, all blondes in white bikinis. I walk back into the house and they follow me. Inside is the living room with windows facing front and back and the sliding glass door to the pool to the side. There are a few couches around a coffee table. I stand in the middle of the room and the chicks arrange themselves on the couches or standing next to me.

I recall the talk by Robert Waggoner from the DV video post and recall his advice to ask the DC to explain the symbols. So I look at one of the girls and ask "could you explain the symbolism here?" She replies willingly, not rude but as if it's obvious. She looks at the front windows, which are covered with drapes and says "you have a tentative father". Then she directs her attention to the back windows, also covered with drapes, "... and a tentative mother." Then she looks at the couches which have plush stuffed cushions and pillows. She says "The couch cushions show your attraction to large breasts". I think she said a few other things that I don't remember. Even though what she said was a bit nonsensical, it was and interesting interaction with a DC.

Then I have an orgy with the four girls. Not much to say about that.

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I think this dream was about Brian? No recall besides that.

Gas Station
I am at a gas station with my friend B. My car is having problems and I am trying to fix it. I have the hood up. Also, I seem to have a convertible and the top is down. I put the gas nozzle into several holes in the car, hoping that adding gas somewhere will somehow solve the problem. When I squeeze the nozzle, liquid sprays from another part of the car. I eventually realized that this means the car is full and adding more just causes overflow. B suggests that I start the car so I can see if the gas gauge shows it's full. I am a bit afraid that it will cause an explosion because of all the gas that has spilled. I start the car and it shows the gas is full.

20.05.2011

Another madness driving nightmare (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving and it was night, very late actually. There were several accidents all around me. I saw big and small cars in the middle of the road and on the side of the road, some of them pretty damaged.

I saw a red van flipping next to me, but it never hit me. I was driving trying to avoid the madness, I almost hit a few cars, but avoided all of them.

I saw more damaged vehicles a few miles and a few more incidents as well. Some of these cars were totaled, but I saw no ambulances. I managed to finally get off of the freeway. I saw some crashed cars on the road, but the traffic was fine. I managed to finally park, my car was not damaged.

OK. I am getting tired of these dreams. I never had an accident in my whole life, not even a ticket... I neither saw an accident life on the road while I am driving. This is the 4th similar dream I have. I am very intuitive and I have a lot of premonitions. This must mean something. Fortunately, I always get away from the accidents without becoming part of one, but always near misses.

So, it is time for me to induce a lucid dream in this scenario and find out what my Third Eye is trying to say!

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I was in a car I used to own. Possibly a VW Jetta. I was parked in a spot that was very cramped.
I tried to get around an obstacle, and I did, but then I was presented with another obstacle.
I went down a little bank, around a tree, to get to a lower drive. I thought everything was fine,
but then there were other cars blocking me. I couldn't seem to get to a clear area where I could
drive.

I finally made it to a garage where my Jetta was. Yea, I know. So, I talk to the mechanic and he
tells me that a flood got the car and I needed to replace the battery. In waking life, water gets on
the glow plug of diesels I think if you go through a puddle, but if it is not a diesel, water can still
make your car conk out.

Then I was on top of the car that needed to be fixed. Two friends took a hand and helped me
jump down.

Dream Memory

I am riding my bike with Heather on the pegs. This is my "car", and in my dream it does feel like I'm driving a car. Somehow the pedals are the gas and break, it all works out. It's quite the illusion.

I drive into the parking lot of my local cinema (the scene is very realistic, everything is in place as it is in waking life). Heather talks to me about something on Youtube. I explain how I have dreams where a building will be a major internet site like Youtube, and even recall about a "dream" (I never had this dream, though- false memory) where the cinema in front of us was Youtube, embodied as a building.

I park my bike-car in a space and explain how sometimes I forget which pedal is the break and which is the gas. I then offer that Heather and I go to the south end part of town to see the big tent of wares (I had a dream once where I did visit this place, but it doesn't exist in waking life). We start to pedal away and I forget where it is. I get behind another "car" which is actually just Ken from 30 Rock sitting in the middle of the street. We go around him.

Hot Tea Fragment

I have a cup and pot of boiling water. It's really, really hot, the smoke is rolling out really thick. I pour it into my cup, but by the time the water is inside the cup, it has disappeared into water vapor. I keep trying to fill my cup but it doesn't work. Finally after several tries, I get enough for tea.

I turn around from the kitchen area to see a big circle of people. I sit down next to my friend Chase and set my tea on the ground by my chair. (Memory loss of whatever happens here)

Now I am in a dark auditorium full of everyone from school. I'm with Autumn. This scene lasts a long time as we converse with everyone. (Another memory loss )

4/22/11 (LUCID)

I was hired for some job at a place where you basically work att a little kid's chucky cheese. in the end i was all dissapointed for not getting paid. it was in my house apparentlyy and not a single kid came in, I stayed on my computer the whole time. I also got a job at the airport, but the dream never picked uup on that. my dad did mention the he owed me 50 bucks for yardwork thouugh.

I was in the parking lot later on with shanna and abby, and I saw Malachii in a car sleeping. I casually realized it was a dream and I wished that kurt cobain was here. He never showed up, despite me looking around for him. I eventually went camping, and abby and shanna wanted to chase each other around. I decided to just go along with the dream, not knowing what do do anyways. While i was doing this, I decided to study the dream. I noticed that abby and shanna's pants were always changing. They just kept chasing each other around the forest the whole dream, just doing the randomest shit and appearing in the randomist places. Eventualy we were on a ship doing the same thing, I was about to go on some mission then woke up.

edit: 4/30/11 I'm glad i did this experiment, it taught me a lot about staying lucid, though it was almost a waste of a ld.

11.05.2011

Cars and Asians (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

- It was day.
- I was make sure to record the asian people.
- Not made got recorded.
- There was going to be some sort of car race.

09.05.2011

Composing a song I (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving my car and going to the mall with my wife. It was night, very late, but for some reason the mall was open and full of cars. The cars were driving recklessly and it was hard to park, there were little to no parking spots left.

I parked in a place but I was not well parked, so I decided to park in other spot. I parked in reverse gear so it would be faster to get out when I was back. However, I noticed that after parking, I was parked in drive... I told my wife and she said it was OK. I told her no way, I was parked in reverse. I pointed at the gears and said, "See... it is on reverse!" When I noticed it was on Drive...

I told her I was dreaming, that this was making no sense at all. My wife started complained and got mad at me. She started arguing that I was wasting valuable time. I started to fly and left my "wife" speaking and shouting in the middle of the now empty parking lot.

I took a flight but realized my dream was stable and clear enough. While I was flying I started to recall that I needed to do something that was requested over Dreamviews... I took me a while to remember, until I remembered Rman told me to compose something in a dream. I found it funny because I am not into music at all, and neither into poetry.

I chanted the following:

- Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeee eeeeeee, oh fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- oh fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, of fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiireeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
- great fire, that burns it all
- like the phoenix..... I rose....... from fiiiiiireeeeeeee"

I decided it was good signing and enough. I decided to look for Amity. I got to a big lot with signs. It was day now and I could see on a sign, "This is Amity: We are astrally connected, we always have been. I influence and change my dream world, so you do on mine"

I flew for a while more until my dream started to vanish, so I decided to L-DEILD

09.05.2011

Crashing road madness (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving my car at night and needed to enter a freeway that was pretty packed. I saw several cars that were crashing, but everything was in slow motion, because the car's were getting very damaged.

Suddenly, a black bike got behind me and started to honk. The bike hitted my car a few times and damaged it also.

The bike got in front of me and tried to force me to crash with him, getting on my way and braking, but I avoided him. I decided to get off the freeway and call the policy.

[This is a catch-up post. I had another good lucid dream on the night of April 27-28, 2011. It took me a long time to get around to finishing the writeup of this, but here it is.]

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at a meeting of my local community advocacy and action group. It's being held in a big, spacious, public multipurpose meeting room. There are no chairs or tables in the room, just empty floor space. A lot of the people there are wearing our team color, orange. We're electing the new secretary for the group. The election process begins with everyone who wants to run for the position walking out of the crowd and going and standing in a line, facing the rest of the crowd. My friend J. is there, and she starts to go and stand in the line of candidates. I tell her something like, “Oh, don't run for this. You already do so many things.” I'm specifically thinking of choir when I say this. [In real life, J. and I are in choir together, but she's not part of the advocacy group.] I say this to her because I don't want her to get overwhelmed with too many responsibilities.

[Later, different cycle.] I'm walking through House #1. Everything looks gray, dimly-lit and fuzzy. Because of that, I suspect that I might be dreaming, so I do a reality check. [I don't remember what it was; I think it was trying to go through a solid object.] It doesn't work. “Aw, nutbunnies!” I say aloud, disappointed that it isn't a dream.

And yet, a part of my mind is still suspicious. As I continue walking through the house, I decide to try doing the nose-pinch RC. This time, it works. I'm delighted to find that I really am dreaming! Breathing through my pinched-shut nose feels really cool, too. I do it several times, to verify that I'm dreaming and to experience that cool, weird sensation. It's been a while since I've experienced it.

As usual, I'm eager to just explore the world of this dream and see what there is to see, so I leave the house through the front door and go outside into the yard. It's a bright, sunny, breezy day, and now everything is in color, rather than shades of gray. I walk through the front gate and out into the front yard. Standing on the front lawn between the hedge and the liquid-amber tree, I allow myself to be lifted up into the air on the breeze. It's really fun. “Wheeeee!” I say aloud, enjoying the moment with pure, childlike playfulness. The wind blows me into the branches of the liquid-amber tree, which are pointy and scratchy. I return to the ground.

Our brown car is sitting on the north side of the driveway, the side furthest from the front lawn. [I think it might have been the Mazda we had when we lived in House #1, not the Honda we have now.] I decide to continue practicing my intangibility skills by passing through the closed car door to get into the car. As I start to go through the door to the back seat on the passenger side, the door becomes semi-transparent and stretches inward, like a rubber sheet. I get all the way through and feel the door pull away from my body as it snaps back into place. It feels like rubber, too. I'm now sitting in the back seat of the car. “Holy s***, that was awesome!” I exclaim aloud. I'm really proud that I succeeded in going through the car door like that.

I sit in the back seat of the car for a moment, just taking in the realism and detail of its interior and basking in the glow of my achievement. Then, I decide to get out of the car the normal way, by opening the door. By the time I get out, a van has parked on the other half of the driveway, right next to my car, and there are people getting out of it.

I think, Hey, I'm here in the dream version of my old neighborhood. This would be a great chance to go fly up to the top of the baseball backstop in the park. So I start flying toward the park. To get there, I fly above the streets that lead to it. “I’m not exactly going as the crow flies,” I remark to myself. I realize that I'm following the same route to get from my house to the park that one would follow if one were driving between the two points; I'm just following that route out of a habit that was ingrained into my mind in the real world. The thought crosses my mind that I might wake up from this at any moment, but I immediately push the thought away and ignore it, because I want to stay in the dream.

I arrive at the park. “I’ve always wanted to do this!” I exclaim. [Some background for DV readers: As a child, I once came across a book about out-of-body experiences in a bookstore. I didn't buy it, and I was too afraid to try to induce an OBE, but I thought the idea was really cool. I fantasized that if I were ever to have one, the first thing I would do would be to go to the park, fly to the top of the chain-link baseball backstop, and sit on the edge of it. I wanted to do that in this dream because it was something I had wanted to do for many, many years.]

I start flying through the park toward the baseball backstop. My dad is there, and he stops me and shows me a way to hold my arms that will help me fly better and faster. I do what he shows me: hold my arms out in front of me, elbows bent, fists out, right fist in front of my left one. He tells me that I can fly faster by pushing my right fist further away from me and pulling my left one in closer to my chest, as if I were pulling a rope taut. I try it, and it works. During this training session, I notice that I’m suddenly wearing red boxing gloves.

Using this new method, I continue flying toward my goal. It's a long, long way to the place where I think the baseball field should be, over wild, natural terrain. When I get to where I think it should be, there is no baseball field there, just a broad area filled with rocky hills. I spot the backstop among the hills and land next to it.

“What?” I say aloud, surprised and confused. There is a metal baseball backstop, but it's tiny [maybe two feet tall], overgrown with weeds, and covered with the spiky seed pods from liquid-amber trees. “That’s pretty lame!” I say in disappointment. I turn away and fly back the way I came.

I eventually fly back to what appears to be the counter of a sporting-goods store. I land there and take off the red boxing gloves I'm still wearing, and the bicycle kneepads I have on my feet. I then leave the store by flying through the big, high, square window above its front door. Flying through it creates a sort of flashing, ripple effect in the glass, somewhat similar to what I saw the first time I went through glass, but more visible and flashier. I knew I could fly through glass intangibly because I’d done it before.

I'm now flying outside. There is a concrete parking structure that looks a lot like the one at the local mall right in front of me, and there is another park off to the right. I head toward the park to fly up onto one of the baseball backstops there. As I’m making my way over there, I hear the very faint sound of smooth jazz music. I realize that there’s only one place that music could be coming from: my parents’ clock radio. [I notice that the music is playing at normal speed, too – this demonstrates to me that time does indeed pass at the same speed in my lucid dreams as it does in the real world.] The combination of the music and my knowledge of where it's coming from cause the dream to fade and me to wake up.

07.05.2011

I can't see, I can't see! (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was driving my car with a friend. I realize I could not see very well, so I decided to take my sun glasses, after all, it was night. As I did, I completely lost vision. I was worried because I was driving at 50 mph and I could not see at all. I was worried I was going to crash.

The car did not brake so I had to keep driving. My friend told me, "Do not enter the intersection!!! Red light! Photo Enforced!" I could not brake and my car started turning. I could see the flash from the camera through my eye lids.

A few feet later, I crashed and woke up. Funny enough, I was not freaking out nor nervious. It is good to be semi-lucid on most dreams, specially on nightmares!

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was leaving "my mother's house." It may have been a grey day, and there may have been snow on the ground. I stood right outside the front door. My mom stood just inside.

I told my mom I loved her. I gave her a hug. My mom seemed really short. When I hugged her, it felt like I was breaking her spine, or like I had hugged her in such a way as to feel a part of her spine that had already been broken.

I walked to the car. As I did, I thought about a small cup of ice cream I had in the back seat of the car. It was like I still had the taste of the ice cream, or even some actual ice cream, in my mouth.

In my mind's eye, I saw the ice cream sitting in the back seat. The ice cream was kind of melted and creamy, and it had some kind of big, marshmallow-shaped, but colorful and jelly-like, things in it. The spoon in the cup seemed to be coated with the melted ice cream.

Apparently my grandmother was driving me to the airport. But the car we were taking was more like one my mom would drive. It was a small hatchback, kind of old looking. It was messy on the inside and the outside. The outside was kind of grimy and greasy. The inside was full of old garbage and fast food containers and stuff.

I was kind of disgusted that I'd kept my ice cream in the messy back seat. I thought it might not be a good idea for me to eat the ice cream.

I walked up to the driver's side of the car. My grandma was still standing outside the car, with the door wide open. As I walked up to my grandma I either thought to myself or asked out loud if I'd showed my mom well enough that I cared about her.

I was in the car, on the passenger side, riding through a kind of busy part of a suburban town, with either my grandma or some man driving the car. It was now black night.

The driver told me, "You showed your mom you cared about her. And the fact that you're worried about it shows that you care a lot more than a lot of people do nowadays."

We got stuck in traffic on some kind of quaint-looking, Main Street type area that was all decked out in lights, as if for Christmas. We kind of inched through the traffic and then ended up turning right on a side street and up a hill into something like a residential area.

As we were doing this, the driver, now most likely a man, continued, "That reminds me of a project I was reading about. People were making Christmas cards to send to the soldiers. But a lot of the people making the cards thought it would be good to send cards with anti-war messages on them.

"And that's what I mean about care. The people over there don't need to hear somebody telling them 'NO WAR.' They need us to tell them, 'We're thinking about you, and we hope you're doing well.'"

We had gotten up to the top of the hill and were now sitting on the right end of a long conference table. We were apparently inside a room. The room had fluorescent lighting. There was also a wall-sized bookshelf that I was looking straight at.

But it was also somehow like we were in a cafe with a big window, or as if we were actually floating out over the top of the hill, looking down to the Main Street area. It was like, even as I was looking straight at the bookshelf, I also saw the town below.

The man had gotten onto the topic of two books. Both books were about economics. One book was written by someone I didn't know. The other was written by Warren Buffett. The man seemed to be talking more about the book by the other guy. He then ended up talking about something extremely interesting and insightful (which, of course, I forgot).

As the man spoke about the really interesting stuff, I realized how nice he looked. He was white, with well-groomed, white hair. He wore a nice suit with a tan jacket, a subdued blue shirt, and a somewhat colorful (peach? pink?) tie. His skin was deeply tanned. His face was kind of thin and angular. But his complexion mesmerized me. It was perfect!

I then asked the man, "Who did you say made that comment? Did you say it was Warren Buffett or the other guy?"

The man said, "No. That was from Warren Buffett's new book."

I thought to myself that I needed to get Buffett's new book. I seemed to keep getting Buffett somehow confused with Alan Greenspan. But I could see the cover of Buffett's new book. It kind of looked like a modern cover of Ralph Ellison's Invisible Man.

The book wasn't an autobiography. It was actually a book on economic theory. I thought, "This is exactly what I've been looking for!" The man and I spoke back and forth for a bit on how odd it was that everybody didn't know about this book. It apparently wasn't selling much at all.

I looked down and to my left. I could see the conference table. But, again, I could "see through" the table and the room, outside and down the hill, to the lit-up Main Street area.

As I looked at the table, I was kind of hunched down and over some sheet (or pad?) of notebook paper. I scrawled on the piece of paper, in a very sloppy version of cursive, either the word "Feed" or the word "Feel."

I'm going to work at an elementary school [neither of the ones I work at in reality]. I have to go back out to my car to get something. There are other people out in the large, flat parking lot. When I finally head into the building, it's already 3:00, a full hour later than I was supposed to start working. I'm mad at myself because the fact that I got started late means that I can't count that first hour (2:00 – 3:00) toward my total number of AmeriCorps service hours. [LOL! No, no, brain, that was my last teaching job.]

I can hear the faint, muffled sound of repetitious, vaguely pop-sounding music playing from somewhere nearby. I realize that I've woken up in my bed. [Not really.] I'm still tired and decide to stay in bed.

I wake up again in a slightly different room. [Again, not really.] This time, I take my throw pillow and pull it over my head. [Yeah. I fail at catching false awakenings. :/]