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    1. Creepy Medical Facility and a Glass Elevator

      by , 07-27-2014 at 06:22 PM
      LUCID x 2
      WBTB + supplement (8 mg galantamine)
      DEID


      I am at work, talking to L. She just did a strip tease for the guys in the SEC. I note how skinny she looks. I wonder how she can get away with doing this in the work place. HR would freak if they knew this was going on here. L doesn't seem well, and I learn she recently got a DUI. She tries to make it sound like we are alike, especially with the DUI. I tell her she is wrong, I never got a DUI. I see another woman, preparing to take a shower. I think it is my friend H.

      Irritated by my conversation with L, I feel myself lift up toward the ceiling. I start to spin, and realize I am dreaming. Excited, I float along the ceiling slowly, trying to maintain focus in the dream. I move toward a doorway, wanting to leave this dream scene. I exit through the door and start walking down the stairs. I am a little worried, because I have dreamed this kind of stairway before, and those dreams are often unpleasant. I remind myself to keep my fear in check. I exit through another door and find myself in a strange hall. It looks like some kind of medical facility. Far down the hall I see what appears to be tubes that may have people in them. I see a woman in the hall, maybe a nurse. She looks surprised and upset, and she says I can't be here. I try to reassure her. I look directly at her and tell her in a calm voice "It's OK, I am dreaming. This is a dream." She does not believe me. I wake up.

      Excited about my success with having an LD, I hold very still in bed, determined to immediately re-enter the dream state to try again. I imagine myself floating toward the ceiling and spinning like in my previous dream, and in just a few seconds I am dreaming again! I am in a large building, so I decide to go exploring. I become aware that my bladder is full and I really need to pee (LMAO), so I think hard about what I need to do to stabilize myself as long as possible. I tell myself that it is my dream body that is experiencing the physical sensation, not my physical body. I also clap my hands several times to try to ground myself in my dream body, which works well.

      As I explore the dark hallways, I remember that my LD goal is to find an elevator. I turn a corner and see one at the end of the hallway. I want it to be a glass elevator so I can see the view outside. I press the button and hope for the best. The door opens and it is a glass elevator! I get in and press a button. It is very dark outside, and the dream is unclear. The elevator is not moving up or down, but sideways instead. I watch the scenery carefully, trying to will it to become clearer. I see city lights, and finally an ocean scene far in the distance. I want to get out to go see the ocean. I exit and start walking down a road. There are no DC anywhere. It looks like a very long walk to reach the shore but I am determined. I have to keep clapping my hands to stay focused. Along the way, I remember that I'd like to try eating something. I want some pasta since my gluten intolerance has made it impossible to enjoy real pasta for years now. I see a small Italian restaurant ahead. As I get closer, I see the doors are very small, and I don't think I will fit through them. I decide to keep walking rather than risk waking myself up by shoving myself through an impossible door. The last part of my walk is on a narrow dirt path, with some steep edges. There is a ravine on my right. I am very close now, and I see a nice building on the shore, which appears to be luxury apartments. I wake up before I reach it.

      Updated 07-27-2014 at 06:53 PM by 68404

      Categories
      lucid , task of the month
    2. 6/28/14 - Monster Child

      by , 06-29-2014 at 05:41 PM
      My little sister and I are walking towards Almond Drive. I keep looking behind us. It feels like something is coming. I notice a small boy. He's no more than five years old with blond hair and blue eyes. He's not right. We start running. We make it to our house and try to shut the door. It won't shut. There is a gap about two or three inches wide. As we struggle to shut the door, the boy appears in front of it, snarling and trying angrily to get to us. We keep pushing him back and hitting him and doing everything we can to keep him away. He just keeps coming back.

      Updated 07-21-2014 at 08:29 PM by 61973

      Categories
      non-lucid
    3. The Guy with the Axe and Gun

      by , 04-05-2014 at 07:02 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      04.04.2014
      The Guy with the Axe and Gun (DILD)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I wake up, and found myself in an environment that looks exactly like the area I'm currently residing in waking life. Green walls, a bed that's slightly elevated more than usual, and the same material of dark gray carpet.

      I'm gradually becoming more aware that this is a dream, feeling the slight blurry echo effects as I'm moving about inside the house. I hear footsteps coming near the house's entrance, and I immediately motioned myself near it.

      I peek through the hole, and I see a Caucasian male that has dark brown hair, is wearing a yellow polo shirt that's untucked, along with regular blue worker jeans. He's wielding an axe with his right hand I believe, and he's knocking on the door, and spends a few seconds waiting before knocking again.

      I quickly turn in the other direction, wondering where I could find a weapon in case this guy has ill intentions in mind. I decided I should check the other bedroom diagonally to the left of me for something. I hear the knocking, but I try to not let it intimidate me since they couldn't possibly come in.

      Completely wrong.

      I hear the door open, and because I couldn't find something to protect myself, and because I was too fixated on the emotions of fear and panicking, I ended up making horrible decisions, and decided to try and hide under a bed.

      Too bad the bottom of the bed barely had any space for me to hide under, and it would only be a matter of time for the person to find me there even if I could hide under there.

      The individual is getting closer and closer, and he's raising his shoulders up while having his arms at a lop-sided "L" position with the axe, and a gun as well. My perspective starts getting a bit weird, and it feels like I'm seeing things at a slanted angle now, almost as if I'm about to fall down.

      The guy is walking pretty slowly, and the blurry echoes become more prevalent, but I'm too bothered by what may happen rather than attempting to change the dream environment.

      I wake up, because it doesn't seem anything was going to change at the time.

    4. Do you like my teddy bear now?

      by , 11-20-2013 at 06:24 PM
      After my Japanese Dragons dream I went back to sleep using WILD. I was lucid from when I first entered the dream. I was a little girl sitting in a black room with a giant teddy bear. There was a corridor I went down there carrying my teddy bear and there was a door. I remember that if there is a door it can lead to wherever you want it to. I tried to go to Japan. Sure enough when I opened the door there was Japan! I walked through the door there were lots of light and people and busy traffic. I walked up to a random Japanese DC and asked if he liked my teddy bear. He said "no". I turned into Charizard and used my flamethrower on him. I said "Do you like my teddy bear now?" He was now laying on the floor looking all burnt. He replied "If I say no you are just going to use your flamethrower again wont you?" I knew myself that if he were to say no I would of used my flamethrower again on him so I woke up laughing. That was the funnest dream that I have had in a long time!

      Updated 11-20-2013 at 06:25 PM by 66484 (Typo)

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    5. From Buzzing to Lucidity to Transparency

      by , 11-01-2013 at 05:01 PM
      Morning of November 1, 2013. Friday.



      I am in a non-lucid dream and near the Cubitis kitchenette, where I have not been (in real life) since 1978. I start to wonder about what I had been doing or was going to do, as my memory is not viable. I decide to lie down in bed to relax, becoming somewhat aware of where I really am (at our present address) but I am soon annoyed by a sound I have never heard before; a mix of high-pitched buzzing and squealing with fuzzy dynamics. I hear it three times, about four feet away from our bed but at slightly different heights each time. It is apparently not a noise from our fan, as it is on the other side. I feel I am nearing sleep, so I assume I am hearing hypnagogic sounds.

      Several minutes pass. I am near an oversized snowmobile that is covered in snow and unlikely to go anywhere, as the skis and tracks seem frozen below ground level. I start to move the snow away. It seems to be a reasonable task as if I am somehow engaged in some sort of advanced photo projection and instead of just feeling and examining all of the environment, I am actually more immersed in it and mentally manipulating it. I move a lot of snow away but wonder how I will get the snowmobile out. I see that it is not a snowmobile at all but John’s Martian tank (from the Cowsills Harvey comic book). After a time I start to wonder why I am bothering as it will probably never run again anyway, and had been abandoned by the owner.

      I “wake up” but I am still in the dream state, though it is not like a typical false awakening. I am sitting at a computer in the living room, near the kitchenette, in Cubitis. My computer is displaying an error window that moves across the screen. I try to read it, as I become semi-lucid and I want to see what my dream is “saying”, so I study the imagery as closely as possible. However, the letters keep changing as I watch (as is usually the case in dreams) and the error window still moves about in random ways, although I almost think I see all the letters of the pattern, “You can’t catch me, I’m the gingerbread man!” from a book from my childhood (and get an image from another window that appears to be on an Internet recipe page for cakes and cookies).

      The size of the error window changes a few times. I get an illogical idea that I should fix the problem in my dream and it will change the real-life situation (though my computer was not on in real life and never displayed such an error). I look around the room, amazed at the clearness of my perception and how alive I feel. I start to question if I am still dreaming or somehow woke up and went to my computer without realizing it (yet illogically without the understanding that I could not possibly be back in Cubitis).

      I walk down a hall, realizing I am now at our old address on Barolin Street. Knowing I am dreaming, I decide to have a sensual interlude with Zsuzsanna. It is afternoon and a few random dream characters are present in the house. Zsuzsanna and I are soon together and I turn around, mentally willing the door to close.

      I loudly say “Lock!” and hear a loud metallic sound from exactly where I expect it within the doorknob, and so our door is locked. I could have done it manually, but my dream obeyed me and I get the sense that not only did the door lock, but created an impenetrable seal along the door frame itself.

      Later, my dream begins to lose cohesion as I focus on the illogical thought of where my real body is or what it may be doing. In some lucid dream types I have a concern about where my sleeping body is and what position my head is in, and whether or not a pillow is too close to my mouth or even if I am absentmindedly wandering around in the middle of the street while in my lucid dream.

      I “wake up” into another lucid dream (which is only a continuation of the same dream sequence, though at another level of unconsciousness, closer to waking consciousness), thinking about how real it seems. However, I see that I am back near the Cubitis kitchenette again as in the first part of this sequence. I cannot believe how real it feels, with augmented physicality.

      I decide to go and see my beautiful wife for the second time, ending up at our present address. However, Earl (an older half-brother on my mother’s side who had died in real life in 2007) seems concerned about me when I say how my dream seems so real. I consider that it is “too real” to be a dream, but then I notice that our widescreen television looks different and is sitting on the wrong furniture. Curiously, Earl being alive does not convince me it is a dream. I wonder if he has something interesting or intelligent to say, but he continues to watch television. I see another widescreen television sitting atop a tall narrow bookcase, and curiously, this is what confirms for me that it has to be a dream.

      I decide to be with Zsuzsanna again. This time though, Zsuzsanna and parts of the environment become somewhat transparent, so I decide to let it go and wake.


      Updated 03-07-2018 at 09:03 AM by 1390

      Tags: door
      Categories
      lucid
    6. 3 Oct: Crossing doors

      by , 10-03-2013 at 03:35 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      (...) I'm walking in Lisbon and it's a gorgeous day and the city is full of tourists. I become lucid and think about what I'll do. Fly away? Keep going ahead? I'm attracted to a grey alley which leads to a dead end. Someone, whom I feel as familiar, but in reality can be anybody, points to a door behind me. I look.
      "Yeah, so?"
      "Look again."
      Now the door is orange, fluffy and has some facial features. I'm incited to go through it and emerge on the other side. So, I'm like swallowed by the "mouth" of the door but I hesitate on coming out on the other side, so I get stuck in this intermediate area. I hear the voice of the other person telling me to rush up because the passage will close. And soon enough this place starts closing in around me and I only have time to break through a little opening between a wall in front of me and the ceiling above me. When I get out on the other side, the door behind me is the back cover of a comic book with the story of my childhood. I feel a deep sense of loss when I walk away from the door/cover and I start crying compulsively.
      But, aware of the emotions, they dissipate and I move forward. I find myself at some kind of giant warehouse with blocks and alleys between them. Each block is like a shop with something on display, but has no doors, we have to climb some small stairs on the side, like the stairs of a bunk bed, to get to the their top. There are other persons staring at them like me and a nice guy points to one block decorated with Dragon Ball characters and suggests we go to that one and play to a Kamehameha fight. I find it childish and irresistible, so I accept. But when we climb on top of the block, it's totally different. There's some ambient music and rows of hangers with women clothes.
      Am I supposed to choose an outfit? The clothes are all very feminine, I try one outfit and feel very sexy. At that moment the music changes and I hear latin and belly dancing musics. I recall the dance classes I had many eyears ago and I dance a bit to see how I manage. I'm ok, but soon enough there's a perv making indecent proposals so I climb down from there. I see another block which resembles a Starbuck's coffee house. I meet there a gay couple who start talking to me and say they are music managers. They know I can sing and invite me to work with them. Yeah, that sounds good, but when they offer to pay me some food, I start saying "no milk, no meat, no wheat" and there's nothing on the menu that I can eat and they look at me as if I'm a weirdo and puf, there goes a future musical contract to the garbage.
      Then I encounter a very "rough on the edges" block, made of solid wood and on it I meet some people I know from an alternative organization and they are working wood. They run a carpentry worskshop, they are currently recovering an old boat and as they show me what they do, I'm instantly seduced by it. "Woodwork, hum?" Never thought I'd consider this but... teach me! How zen my life would be...
    7. Door Delivery

      by , 10-02-2013 at 04:36 PM
      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #151: Door Delivery

      I'm walking out through the front door of my childhood home, moving toward a bike that's parked next to the curb. I need to take the house's front door with me in order to deliver it somewhere, so I lift the door off of its hinges and clamp it in my right hand. I jump on the bike and start pedaling, my right hand still clamped onto the door, which drags alongside me as I go.

      I turn around through the cul-de-sac, question what I'm doing, and
      become lucid. The door feels light and hollow, like an incredibly flimsy interior door. I toss it aside, and it disappears soundlessly behind me.

      I pedal along for a bit, thinking over my goals for the dream. I remember wanting to summon a witch to cast a spell on me for Task of the Month, so I decide that I'll stop the bike in order to use a handshake summon. I stop my pedalling and imagine that the bike is no longer there. Its presence fades and I now feel like I'm doing some combination of walking and floating. It feels like my brain's still making up its mind as to what I'm doing.

      For no reason in particular, my vision swivels smoothly around behind me while I continue moving in the same direction. It's like I'm drifting backward now. For a moment this frustrates me but I let it go. It'll be fine.

      The movement stops and I decide to try for the handshake summon to pull in a witch. I feel out of practice and my confidence isn't where it should be. I don't feel so much as a tickle in my hand. I give the summon two or three tries, turning to get a different visual perspective each time but it doesn't seem to be happening. I'm not interested in getting too hung up on the summon, so I just continue walking down the street.

      The scene's very vivid and stable, so I take things slow, enjoying the detail of the environment. I keep having random jolts of fear that the dream will stabilize and become a little scared that this will screw up the dream. Luckily everything holds together fine and I walk slowly along to the next street.

      The righthand side of the street still has the suburban look of waking life but the left side of the street is lined with industrial-looking buildings. This makes me want to explore, so I fly up above these buildings and look out over the city. There's a tall glass office building nearby and I fly past it, now hoping to see the Colosseum somewhere in the cityscape.

      I'm flying over a construction site toward the sunrise. A very deep, neatly-carved hole has been dug into the dirt of the construction site and as I'm flying by looking at it,
      the dream ends.
    8. Dream Fragments

      by , 07-08-2013 at 04:27 AM
      Legend: Lucid, Real Life, Non-Lucid, Semi-Lucid

      Hacking EA:
      as I ran down the stairs of a very odd mall I noticed myself and my partner trying to break into EA(Electronic Art Games). He had a box In his hand as if this box was able to bypass there security, we had the box on complete lock down meaning that its true purpose was very important.


      The Green Room:
      After SSILD + WBTB was done I was on the verge of going to sleep but then suddenly the fans in my room got really loud and there was a woman's voice trying to speak to me, I was completely calm as I new exactly what was happening, I was in a Hypnagogia state. I started to imagine a dream scene with me and my friends at a local pool, but this did not happen. Instead, I woke up in a room with green lighting as i tried to move clearly something was wrong. Every time I tried to walk I would move a door at the end of the room, I tried to see who was opening and closing the door and to my surprise it was Abraham Lincoln. I really did want to meet/troll him but unfortunately I could hear my mom trying to wake me up and I had no idea if she was actually trying to wake me up or if i was just imagining it so I had no choice but to wake up.
    9. The Torrent

      by , 06-16-2013 at 10:03 PM
      This was the third of five lucid dreams from last night/this morning.

      Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid

      Lucid #108: The Torrent

      I'm watching one of the Star Wars films with some friends. We're sitting on the floor of some strange classroom and even though I hate to miss any of the movie, I have to pee so badly that I can't wait. I get up and enter some public restroom, approach the urinal, and start going.

      While I'm doing this, some guy comes in to use one of the stalls. The bathroom has this horrible design where there's a mirror on the wall which is angled so that I can see straight into the stall. The guy sits down on the toilet and commences his business without bothering to close the door. It's an awful sight. "Shut the door!" I wail. He obediently slams the door shut.

      Meanwhile, I keep peeing and peeing. The guy in the stall finally finishes his business, washes his hands, and leaves... yet I'm still going. Something's not right about this,
      and I realize that this is a dream. I still need to pee just as badly as when I first arrived, and there seems to be no stopping things. I'm vaguely worried that I'm wetting the bed but I figure that whatever is happening to my waking body, the die has been cast. Time to get out and enjoy this LD.

      I step away from the urinal, still peeing all over the place, and exit the restroom. I emerge in a huge store that looks like a Walmart. I survey my surroundings, and every time I look in a direction, I start peeing all over the floor that's in my field of view. Most of the DCs in the store ignore this, but a few run away. Fortunately, after a few seconds, the urine seems to just disappear.

      There's a huge mirror covering one wall next to a crudely-constructed wooden stage. I check how I look -- exactly like myself, except I'm pissing all over the place. I find the actual sight of myself doing this totally revolting and devote some dream control effort to making it stop. Soon it does, and all is forgiven (or forgotten.)

      I hit a quick double-biceps pose in the mirror, and it occurs to me that the Advanced Task of the Month is to get naked in front of a crowd. I leap onto the stage and all of the DCs in the store turn to look at what I'm up to. I grab my shirt by the back of the collar with both hands and rip the shirt off of my body. It looks like I'm just in jeans and socks now. (No idea where my shoes went -- did I go into the men's room in just socks? Gross!) With one quick downward move, I simultaneously pants myself and pull off the socks, now stark naked.

      I feel strangely relaxed and confident about all of this and throw in a few little stripper-style dance moves. Scanning the crowd, I notice that every audience member is now female. I'm not sure whether that's strictly a trick of the menthol or just something that somehow makes me feel more comfortable but I take note of it. With the task satisfied, I jump off the stage, imagining myself clothed once again.

      I can't remember what else I'd wanted to do so I have a bit of fun wrecking displays in the store -- I force-push some chairs into a shelf of goods, levitate a bunch of stuff in the air, and generally act like a bad kid. As I'm looking around for my next bit of mischief, an attractive, dark-haired woman in her late 20s approaches me. She's wearing a close-fitting, dark blue dress. Menthol? I think.

      "Hi," she says. "What were you hoping I was going to say to you?"

      The truth: "I was sort of hoping that you were looking for sex." In spite of myself, I feel pretty embarrassed when I say this.

      "There's an honest answer! But don't you think that you ought to get to know me first? Here, sit down," she says, gesturing at a long row of wooden chairs. "I'm Gina."

      I sit down with her and she pulls out a notebook that looks exactly like my written dream journal. "What's that notebook?" I ask.

      "Dream journal!" she answers cheerfully. "You've got to write everything down if you want to remember it."

      She looks like she's about to ask me something when a guy sits down in the chair next to her. He's a black guy, about 30, a touch pudgy. Gina leans back to let him speak, looking a little impatient. This new guy speaks to me in a lecturing tone, saying, "Do you think you can just close every door that you open?" I'm confused by what he's saying and as I'm preparing to ask him what he means,
      I wake up.
    10. Lucid menthol night

      by , 05-24-2013 at 06:34 PM
      Date: 24 May

      Total sleep time: 7 hrs

      Pre bed: SJW, 100 mg B6

      WBTB: 2x200mg peppermint oil tablets

      Dream quality, lucidity and recall: My dreams were extremely vivid today, I dare say, more vivid that real life. I believe this was the reason why I got a number of lucid moments during the night. While being aware that this is a dream, I continued to engage in the dream, soon losing lucidity. My recall has been rather poor again, which made it harder to figure out how it all happened.

      Sleep schedule: I had trouble going to bed on time last few nights, but avoided taking sleep aid supps (mel and valerian) for a number of reasons. Messing up my sleep schedule has made me feel very sleepy and possibly affected my recall.

      Dream zero: lucid, happiness, no other memory

      Fragment1: some kind of game, rocks, I am walking around

      Fragment2: my parents at some event

      Fragment3: FA, in my bed recalling the previous dreams and happy I just had a lucid. I am between dream and waking state and I realize that this review is taking place in my head. I drag myself out of the dream and wake up to dream journal properly.

      WBTB: upon wake I notice how sleepy I am. I try to recall the lucid, but only remember the feeling and no other details. I hold the memory of Fr1 and fr2 in my mind. I go to take some peppermint tablets, then back to bed. I quickly fall asleep forgetting almost everything.

      Fragment4: I want to make tea, I am looking at an unused teabag of green tea, which becomes a box, containing two black teas and one green. On the green one is written "blue goddess" and also "hotel memorabilia"

      Dream5: We are at some party and it is really late. Lucid moment. I meet a classmate that I like and I want to tell him something. (something like shared dreaming attempt residual that I keep on doing in some lucids). I tell him to come with me in the other room for five mins, but he refuses. I am thinking about my dad coming to pick me up when the party is over, etc. Another classmate of mine (f), we talk with her, she is one of my best friends. She shares that she is really unhappy with her life, and so on. Very emotional connection with her irl and dreams. She begins to cry, and I embrace her, we stay like this for a long time. Another friend of mine (f), comes and joins us and three of us are holding hands in some silent act of consolation...Lucid moment. Memory gap. We are arranging to meet at our new dream apartment, which looks really nice.

      Fragment6: someone has bought a toy, it is a car that behaves like rat because it can climb on the windows

      Fragment7 DILD: I am in the suburbs, a familiar place but it looks like it is in the past, so I become lucid. Someone is after me, I am running, climbing a fence. . I think I was trying to figure out a way out of the situation, but I cannot remember anything else.

      Dream8 DILD: I am on the street and see a small boy and his mother. The vividness is incredible. He throws large stones at me, I am worried that he will break my ipod with the stone, but it is ok. He continues throwing stones, while initially concerned about my safety I realize this is a dream, so no need to worry that much. The stones are very colorful, lots of them on the ground. I pick up one and go menacingly to the boy. I can't bring myself to throw one at him, so I decide to threaten him instead. I do so, in pseudo French. It is really hard to express whatever it is that I am trying to say, so I end up making strange words that don't exist. At this point or a bit later I lose my clarity. I go over to his mother and begin apologizing about my French.

      Dream9 DILD: Family and other relatives are discussing politics, I try to remain impassive. I am indulging in a chocolate cake and then drink some mayo salad that grandma has made. It doesn't taste as usual, and I say it out loud, grandma is a bit offended. Family is leaving somewhere. I am on the bus station in my hometown, cross on red light, and continue on my way to our old home. As I am walking, the dream kind of jumps forward, so I find myself in front of our door. I think to myself "Why did I decide to walk, when I know I could just teleport here?", Hmmm, teleport here? I am aware that this is a dream now. I still want to go in the place so I start unlocking the door. Then suddenly I hear a slightly scary metal sound, like movement of keys. I remind myself not to pay any attention to it, and that it will disappear. Instead it gets louder, comes closer.

      I concentrate on unlocking the door, but even as I move the key, the door won't open. I begin thinking why is that, the sound is now really close. I decide to face it, and look down the stairs. Pfuu, it is just my dad! He comes and opens the door and we are in! I am in the corridor with dad, it is dark, and kind of...too dimensional. I am talking to him, but it is hard, and my voice sounds really distorted. I try again but the effect is the same. My prospective memory finally activates, recalling the first two of three step task, interact with a DC, ok. Then eat something. I see a small plant in front of me, and think no! I head to the kitchen to look for food. It is dark, the furniture is different and I cannot remember where the fridge is. I finally find it. At that moment dad comes with some strange foamy orange juice cocktail drink. I take it and think for a while whether that counts as eating something, then have a drink. Before I can enjoy any taste, the dream totally falls apart and I am back in my bed.
      I remain still and wait a bit, but nothing happens, and begin to think too much, so I wake up. Note to self: maybe be a bit more patient next time?

      Comments: I have been getting more of these lucid moments but I really don't know how to account for them in my private dream count as well as on DV, because they are kind of short and I'm having problems with lucid recall.

      At the end of the month, I probably will be including a total count, with a reference how many of these are micro-lucids. Before, I counted every lucid I had as plus one, but now I look more at the length and quality. This is getting so confusing. Anyways, I still think it is a very good progress for the past two months. If my dream control ever gets really good, one day I would like to go back and relive those dreams and remember them in full detail.

      Updated 05-25-2013 at 02:09 AM by 61764

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening , memorable , dream fragment , side notes
    11. On the roof, hexagons

      by , 04-29-2013 at 03:11 PM
      Total sleep time: 9 hrs

      Prebed: 1 glass of soy milk

      Special HI: somewhere between a few mins-to about half an hour after falling asleep, I wake up as I sometimes do and stare in the dark, seeing a grid of hexagons that is everywhere. I get special HI maybe once a week or every two weeks always when emerging from deep sleep and whatever I am seeing is always imposed on the room. It mostly has to do with the fabric of space.

      Dream1: I am looking at the lower part of a door and break it up a bit so that whatever is behind is slightly visible, initially it looks like a corridor with other doors. As I pass through it, I find myself on the roof of our old home, or something similar. I enjoy the view, but it is rather high and I almost fall over the edge. The roof platform is supported by a thin wooden beam which moves as I am there, the roof is not very stable. I try to fix it, the beam is actually the foot of the bed? A friend of mine comes and I ask him for help. While he is too heavy to accompany me on the roof, he can at least hold my legs so that if I lose balance, he will catch me.

      Fragment2: My mom is making promises she cannot and in my opinion should not keep. She is also financially supporting her best friend who now expects me to deliver some toothpaste to them. I go looking for this special toothpaste, but I can't find the particular color that they want.
    12. Epic Fight!

      by , 04-07-2013 at 03:17 PM (Dimension X)
      This one was really cool. It started out in front of a run-down looking house. I was sitting in a car. Kinda felt like I was Dean from Supernatural. Anyway, there was some other guy beside me in the car, but it wasn't Sam. We both went inside and explored it. Apparently we were supposed to obtain a password for a certain door in the house. Some guy was inside and I guess we had to fight it out of him. There was a relatively big chamber before the door. "Sam" and I went behind a big piece of concrete (Probably a fallen wall) to wait for the man so we could jump out and fight him. "Sam" was noticed before me though, and the man threw something at Sam's neck and he fell on the ground. I remember them as being... Well, you know wind up toys? It was a handle to wind something up, only it had a really sharp point. Then I stood up to fight the man. He was wearing ragged clothes and he looked kind of old... Maybe in his 30's to 40's. The man threw a wind up handle at me but I dodged it. I don't really remember parts of the fight here though. But all I know is that I was doing kinda bad until I learned how to avoid the wind up handles entirely. He threw another one at me and got it in my neck, but I pulled it out and punched him in the face. He stumbled and fell onto the ground. Another wind up handle was thrown but I blocked my neck and it didn't hit me. Then I started punching him over and over and over. Left, right, left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right left, right... Until finally he looked dead, and I picked him up and threw him out a window. "Sam" woke up and pulled the wind up handle from his neck. Then he asked me if I got the password from the guy. Of course I didn't though, because I just punched the crap out of him and threw him out a window. I felt kind of guilty at that too. But yeah that's what I remember. It was pretty neat, especially the part where I kicked ass.


      I rate this dream 4/5 awesome dances.
    13. Stuck in my house... (Lucid) (21/01/13)

      by , 01-21-2013 at 11:36 AM
      Non-Lucid
      Lucid

      Stuck in my house, (lucid dream)
      I was in the dinning room I was starting to become suspicious of the fact that it could be a dream. I remembered to reality check and bam I was lucid. I ran down the I of my house attempting to jump straight through the door. It's important to note that it was fairly Dark and I could not see very well. I tried again pretending to be a liquid passing through a door and that still did not work. I then finally ran into my living room and tried to jump through the window. And all of these attempts failed unfortunately. I became frustrated with the fact I was unable to leave my house plus the lighting conditions only made the matter worst. Eventually I work up. The best part about this dream is that it felt like I was actually there and not just unconsciously having a lucid dream. I've only just started my routine and I'm doing good

      Notes to self
      - Stay calm in a lucid dream,
      - If you can't do anything extraordinary, then don't let that get you down (just open the door)
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      lucid
    14. White Room and a Bed and Breakfast

      by , 11-10-2012 at 04:46 AM (Dreams from the Deep)
      Sleep Time: 1:30 a.m - 9:30 a.m

      White Room

      I'm staying at some house in a white bedroom. I think my stepmom lives here (not IRL) because she brings me some very soft pajamas.

      Bed and Breakfast Lucid
      H and I are driving around town. We nearly have several accidents. Finally, we end up at this building that I think is some sort of bed and breakfast. I walk up to a door with a window in it. I see a guy through the window and decide to scare him by banging on the window and screaming at the top of my lungs. He just looks confused..

      We leave and then come back a little while later. I want to try and scare this guy again. I bring H with me but now instead of a window there is a mirror. I'm looking at my reflection and it just dawns on me that I'm dreaming.
      As I'm looking at my reflection, my face begins to distort a little before returning back to normal. I do a couple of RCs just to be sure it's really a dream. I turn around to begin exploring and find myself upstairs at my own house. I try to think of what I want to do and can't remember any of my goals. I know I'd like to try TOTM but I can't remember what it is. So I decide I'll try to summon someone. I try to make Captain America appear but nothing works. I try just expecting him to be around a corner and that fails. I try calling out his name which also fails. The next thing I remember is standing in my computer room as the dream begins to fade to black. I reach out for my desk to stabilize and the dream comes back into focus only for me to wake up..
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      lucid
    15. World of Possessions and Entertainment

      by , 11-01-2012 at 02:04 AM
      I entered a building with a group of people; kind of dark inside. We all walked up to a door that was tall in height and wide. On the left side of the door, there appeared some slots for change (money). Underneath the door, there appeared to be a keyhole inside of a compartment. Giving the option to open the door with a key.

      Before the group and I went inside, we were approached by another group of people who appeared to be guards. One of the "guards" asked us to empty out our pockets, or so it appeared to be. At first, I only gave the "guard" my change. He (the "guard") looked like he was not fooled, asking me again. I reached into my pocket to give him the rest of my money.

      Next, the group and I went inside a room. When we entered the room, there was a tall man with dark hair and dressed in black. This man asked us to put on glasses, and they appeared to be 3-D glasses.

      For some reason, i was confused as to what the glasses were for, where they were, and why i had to wear them in the first place.

      Around the room, there were what looked like arcade games from the 1980s. I was confused and did not know what to do with the games. I may have froze energetically.

      While the group of people were playing arcade games, i was observing what they were doing. After playing the arcade games, the group of people started to giggle like they appeared to be hallucinating. They also had those "3-D" glasses that the man in black told them to put on. I became curious about what they were seeing through those "3-D" glasses.

      Sometimes after being frozen and defrosting my energy, I left the arcade room and went with the group to an area where an African-American woman approached me. She gave me the money that a guard from earlier, kept for me while i was in the arcade.

      I did not see what happened to the group's money, nor did i pay attention to much of what they were doing.

      The rest of the dream was kind of a blur, though I traveled to another dream or place with the same group of people. After the travel to the new dream, the area was surrounded by what looked like a swirly bridge or highway, similar to a city I was born in real life. This place was a lot more imaginative.

      I saw Dad. Seeing him was kind of a blur, the back of his head was showing. It appeared like he was playing music, yet i did not notice if i knew any of the other members in the band.

      The group i was with, wanted to get a seat down by the stage instead of down by the stage, which, in my logical mind, seemed like the exact same thing. I was confused.

      After a while, the group of people took me on a drive up a spiraling road, on a bridge/highway, up a steep steep hill. It felt scary. I did not know when the group and i were going to come down from the hill.

      I had the strange feeling that i was taking a risk of going along with the group, even though i did not know what they were doing.

      There was a vague memory of seeing Dad again. Afterwards, the dream faded out.
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