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DJ Log: September 24, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I drank a full glass of mixed organic tart cherry, pomegranate, and apple juice about an hour before going to bed. Additionally, during WBTB, I drank another half glass of the same, then repeated the following mantra while falling asleep, “Earth, Air, Fire, Water: I will lucid dream tonight.”)

I awaken on a couch, stark naked, trying to figure out where I'm at. I ask myself, “How much did I drink last night and who ended up taking me home with them?” I rub my eyes for a moment, then look around the room while asking myself, “Where the fuck am I? Why does my head hurt so much? Did someone put something in my drink again? Have I been raped again? God, I hope they at least enjoyed it, because I can't remember anything.” As my eyes start to clear up, the living room triggers a lot of distant memories. This is a place I have been many times before.

I sit up on the couch while looking around the room, trying to put the pieces together. The familiar medium oak wood paneling on the bottom half of the walls and light floral wall paper, separated by a dark chair rail. The large wooden console TV adds a hint of familiarity, as well as the classic 1970's dishrag color scheme sofa. A familiar canary yellow Western Electric rotary-dial phone is hanging on the wall and I've seen these yellow and pink floral curtains before. The circular textured tan and brown ultra-shag carpet only appears in one place in my memory cells. After a brief moment, I fully realize that I am in my grandmother's old house-trailer and quickly become lucid.

I look around the living room and kitchen for my grandmother, but she is nowhere to be found. The couch is not comfortable to sleep on, so I pick up my pillow, blanket, dream journal, flashlight and a couple bottles of water, then wander toward the bedrooms to find the spare bed. The master bedroom has a king size bed with 2 people sleeping in it. Strangely, neither of them is my grandmother. The guest bedroom has no bed at all and is packed full of random junk. I go back into the living room and drop everything on the floor, and then say to myself, “Let's try this again.”

I look at the floor and watch my feet lift off the carpet. I hover slightly off the floor and look toward the bedrooms again. I feel the dream collapsing quickly, so I look back at 'the floor and rub my hands together. My vision is almost completely blacked out, so I slowly close my eyes and yell, “STABILIZE NOW!!!” as loud as I can. I gently open my eyes and see that I am back in the same room and the clarity has improved significantly. Now, I can smell the mold in the air conditioner and the woody smell that the house-trailer always had. My eyes are able to perceive the flickering of the circular fluorescent ceiling light and my ears can detect the soft buzzing from the ballast. The extra plush carpet tickles my feet slightly as I hover just slightly above it.

I glide my way back to the bedrooms again. This time, the master bedroom is absolutely huge with four king size beds in it that they are all empty. I float through, then turn around and go towards the guest bedroom. The guest bedroom is even bigger than the master bedroom and it has a king size water bed next to a couple of windows. On the opposite wall is a huge sectional sofa with a low table and some lamps. I turn back to the bed and decide that this is where I am going back to sleep at. The water temperature is perfect and its covered with a huge, fluffy blanket. There are several pillows stacked up and it looks really comfortable. The headboard has bookshelves on both sides that are full of antique books and various ornamental items.

As I stand there looking at the bed, something sparkles in the window. I walk over to the window and see nothing but darkness outside. Deciding that I must see what's on the other side, I try to open the window, but it's stuck. I look around the room for something to break the window with, but there is nothing solid enough. I hold my hand in front of my face and summon a baseball bat. I put my hand down and see a wooden baseball bat leaning in the corner. I pick up the bat and whack the window, knocking a small piece of glass out. Realizing that the glass is going to put up a fight, I draw the bat back behind me and pummel the ever living shit out of the window. After several strikes, the glass gives way and falls out of the window frame.

I float up and climb out the window. There is a ledge under the windows which connects to a large 3rd floor deck. I hover around for a moment, and then do a nose pinch RC to reassure my lucidity and validate the dream state before I do something stupid, like jumping off a 3rd story ledge. I step to the edge of the ledge, then jump up and fly into the sky. My first thought is that I want to fly as high as I can and see if I can still see the house. I start to fly and the dream starts to fade. I stop and rub my hands together again and stabilize once again.

Suddenly, I remember the tasks of the month: walk on water and control at least two of the elements. I look down and see a swimming pool. I fly down and hit the water, but sink quickly. I jump out of the pool, and then look to my right to see a couple of DCs hanging some very large balloons on a clothes line. I take a couple of steps toward them and they immediately stop and look at me with a frightened look. I raise my arms into the air and command the air to fill one of the balloons. The balloon quickly inflates and floats upward on the clothes line. As this happens, the DCs eyes get wide as they take a couple of steps back and stare at the balloon, gasping in disbelief. I look at them and say, “What's wrong? Wanna see that again?” I inflate a second balloon, but the others will not take any air because they have large holes in them.

I jump up and fly past the balloons, then realize that I need to control another element. I turn around in mid-flight and look at the balloons that wouldn't take air. While in flight, I raise my left arm and clench my fist, then point my fist down toward the Earth. When I raise my arm, there is a hole in the Earth and the displaced dirt is floating just above me. While keeping the displaced piece of Earth up with my left hand, I use telekinesis to push the balloons and the clothes line into the hole, and then I bury them with the dirt that I was keeping elevated with my left hand. At this point, both DCs shriek in terror and run away.

Feeling quite satisfied, I start to fly away, then realize that I should try the pool again. I fly over to the pool and land on the deck by the water's edge. I stare intently at the water for a moment, then take a step onto it. The surface gives way, but I am able to walk about ankle-deep in the water. The water is very squishy and soft, but it supports my weight. As I walk, the water makes a sound similar to that of walking in wet shows. I walk across the pool, then I turn around and raise both arms, commanding the water to solidify. Instantly, the ripples in the water stop moving and the surface takes on a matte finish. I carefully step onto the surface again and it feels sort of like walking on a water bed. The surface feels solid, but it's squishy underneath. I walk across the pool again and step off onto the deck.

Being thoroughly satisfied with the accomplishments, I decide that I should wake up and write it all in my dream journal. I close my eyes and say, “Wake up! NOW!” I awaken into my bed and reach over to grab my dream journal. I flip open the cover and slide the pen out of the coils. I reach up above my pillow to turn on my flashlight and it won't turn on. I think to myself, “Shit, I must have bumped it last night and the batteries are dead.” I open my eyes and see a dark room. I press the switch on the flashlight again and the circle of light appears on the ceiling, but no light is reflected onto my journal, nor the rest of the room. I look at the flashlight and the bulb looks like a black hole which is sucking in all of the light around it. I press the switch again and the bulb lights up brightly, but there is no light in the room.

I give myself a nose pinch RC and it passes. Becoming a bit confused now, I look at my left hand and count 7 fingers and a thumb. I say to myself, “Nice! False awakening strikes again, dumbass!” as I become lucid once again. I quickly jump out of bed and turn around to see myself still laying in the bed. I think to myself, “This is very nice, but I don't have time for an OOBE.” I slap myself in the face a couple of times while yelling, “WAKE UP AND WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN BEFORE YOU FORGET IT! ...WAKE UP NOW! ...DO IT! ...DO IT NOW!”

I wake up in my bed once again and pass both a nose pinch and finger count. I reach over and grab my dream journal, flip it open and slide the pen out of the coils. I reach up and press the switch on the flashlight that is wedged between the mattress and the wall. The flashlight lights up properly and I commence logging this entry.

(Note: My maternal grandmother passed away about 17 years ago. She was the only relative that would listen to me and what I had to say. She was always interested in having conversations about anything I wanted to talk about. Most of my other aunts and such were not open to hearing anything that a younger person had to say. They would always say things like, “Children should be seen and not heard.” My grandmother was also the only relative that was not obsessed over the fact that I had no interest in girls. My aunts and uncles would always harass me and ask when I was going to get married and start having kids. Needless to say, it was always an enjoyable time to visit with her, and it was a very sad moment when she passed on.)

Type: Regular dream.
Lucidity: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10
Vividness: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

This dream took place outside in the daytime, with a light blue sky, unlike most of my other dreams which were inside. The location was a slightly-rounded, clay-coloured cliff wall that I guessed was about thirty feet wide, and this cliff was attached to another wall, a bit taller and much longer in length, but consisting of the same saturated clay tone. The surface of the rounded cliff reminded me of flaky chalk or thin layers of stone (I could see some of the layers coming off and beginning to separate from the rest of the cliff). The other one looked like ordinary rock with a slightly chalk-like appearance to it. There was a rounded entrance, well carved-out, into the face of this long cliff, for students to come and go. The area was like a classroom, and I was the teacher; my job was to teach dream control to enrolled students.

I was hanging from the top of the rounded cliff, suspended against the side by a rope. The rope was held by a very heavy rock at the top of the cliff, and it was was made of that pale yellow straw-like material, and was probably no thicker than an index finger. I wasn't worried about it snapping, though, because my feet had found purchase on a piece of rock that stuck out a few inches from the rest of the cliff. It took some of my weight off the rope. Although I couldn't see them from my viewpoint, I knew my students were on top of this cliff, listening to what I was saying.

"The first thing about dream control," I said, "is that you have to be 100% certain. If you aren't, the dream won't act in your favour."

I then started pulling away at the shedding pieces of rock that the cliff was shedding, breaking them away and letting them fall to the ground below me. I noticed the textures and how much the cliff really looked like hardened chalk; it even had a slight amount of dust over it. I casually looked down briefly during this, however, and the pieces of cliff I'd taken off were nowhere in sight. After all, the cliff was so high up that it simply descended into white, blue-tinged clouds not twenty feet below where I was suspended. I was in absolutely no fear of falling or heights, though.

After a few moments of pulling a few layers of cliff off, from the outside of my peripheral vision I grabbed a stack of fifteen or so papers. I'm honestly not sure where these papers were from, because before when I was scanning the cliff, I didn't see any papers. Regardless, I looked briefly at them and saw that each one was white printer paper with neat, professional typing on it. In the upper-left region of each paper was a line and a messy scrawl of either a date or a mark (I can't remember which) in thicker-than-normal red pen, almost like marker. It didn't show through the other side of the paper though. I looked up to the top of the cliff, still unable to see my students, and held it up so they could take the papers from me.

I sat there for maybe a minute before starting to panic slightly. Had they left me here?

Then I saw a hand reach over and miss the papers, pull back, then get ahold of them. I let go and the student took them. I then looked to the right of where I was, at the longer cliff wall consisting of a more rock-like appearance, and pushed off the cliff I was on, floating over to the flat surface sticking out of the wall (where I could stand). I landed a few feet to the left of the rounded entranceway, and saw students who I could not identify starting to walk out. I was leaving, probably because I wasn't the teacher for this class. However, as I walked towards the exit and ended up in front of it, I saw one student coming out whom I recognized; she was from grade 11 at my school.

For some reason, I believed that she was leaving this class, even though she was entering the area and not leaving it. I said, "wait," and turned around to look out into the sky. In front of me was a new piece of rock; it was super flat on top but again in the same clay tone as the other cliffs! On the edge of it was a sheet of paper; it belonged to that girl. I must have dropped it.

The distance between the entrance and the piece of floating rock wasn't more than a foot, so I simply walked onto the rock, and walked back. It didn't sink down when I stepped on it. I handed the paper to the girl and she continued walking over to the rounded cliff, but I didn't look back.

I enter a lucid dream and I'm flying through darkness. I am determined to have an enjoyable experience so as I fly around I begin trying verbal commands like, "sun come up" or "daylight now". But none of them work, so I starting singing. I make up a cute little song and add in phrases involving sunrises and with feeling I sing, "let the sun come up". I'm basically just using verbal phrases in song form. My subconscious likes it. Perhaps he is grateful for my creative attempt, and the fact that I am asking, instead of forcing. Forcing never works with the sub.

Now I'm flying in bright daylight over an icy ocean of arctic blue glacial waters. I change the song and start singing about warm Caribbean waters, and suddenly the glacier breaks apart and the sea froths and foams and dark debris flies everywhere. This was a scene from some horrible flood. But it was only a changeover. After a few seconds pass, the water is turquoise like the Caribbean and there are beaches formed from the glacial ice. It is so beautiful and amazing just flying through this scene and watching these transitions occur as I sing. My subconscious seems ready to give me anything I ask for. I sing for a beautiful lagoon, and immediately I watch as the sandstone is carved from a cliffside, the debris shooting straight into the air and into nonexistence. The water surges up and over the cliff, and when it recedes there is a beautiful lagoon with waterfalls flowing into it. Plants, trees, and flowers spring up around it. I just float in the air, and watch this amazing site, ready to plunge into the warm waters. But my alarm wakes me up. Snooze.

I re-enter a lucid dream, but it's different. I'm in some sort of mall, but this mall has the most beautiful interior decorating I've ever seen. Each store has displays set up that are so intricately beautiful. They use color and light to make the customer's eye dance around the store. I had barely a moment to state in awe at this scene, when...again alarm goes off...snooze.

I wanted so badly to get back to that store in the mall to take a mental picture of the gorgeous display, but instead I'm in a different place. Or a different time. It's a mall...but there's only western stuff...and it looks like the old west. I'm dressed up as a cowboy, my hair is hidden and tucked up under my hat. The people tending the store in this mall don't look too pleased to see me so I say, "I'll see you boys later," then I make a bull sound, and go charging off toward a wooden wall, head first. Apparently I don't make a very good bull, because I just hit the wall hard and fall to the ground.

My head is aching but I'm alright, I'm more bothered that my boots got all dusty, so I wipe 'em off a bit. Two large men walk over to me, I see they're carrying rifles. The light is behind them so their faces are in shadow but I can see one has long greasy hair and the other is bald. "Howdy," I say, "I'm Dirty Nina." and I take off my hat and let my hair fall down. "You boys are mighty good looking," I say, trying to hide the sarcasm. The bald man walks closer and leans toward me. I can see that he has bandages over his eyes and he's looking really angry..."Well that's just fine little missy, but we got a debt to settle." He smiles, and I see a nasty toothless grin. The dust begins to settle and I need a plan, I see the spurs on my boots glinting out of the corner of my eye...but just then...my alarm goes off. And I have to get up or I'll be late for work.

Very frustrating, this dream was going to be mighty awesome.

June 1, 2011
This was a particularly cool non-lucid/semi-lucid dream I had a while back. Parts where non-lucid while other parts were semi-lucid. The dream started at a time in the past when I was new to dream control, in the dream. I mean, as part of the dream time line. I think I was walking around in some field somewhere, when a small, 8 petaled flower fluttered down from the sky. It looked similiar to a sunflower, with a dark speckled center, and orangey yellow petals. A werewolf spawned from it and woke me up in the dream. I was still dreaming, and the dream story skipped to another time, where I started to sleep again. I was being taught dream control by a sort of mentor.

It was a she. She was teaching me how to spawn these flowers, and influence what came out of them. At first, I was afraid it would be another werewolf, but my mentor told me to expect a bunny, and when I did one hopped out of the flower I summoned.

After I realized how easy it was, I went home to practice summoning. This section was semi-lucid, because I realized I could do anything I wanted, but I didn't want to do anything I wouldn't do in the real world, if anyone could see me. I could easily call a flower down and influence what came out of it.

After summoning some random stuff, I decided to summon a furry to have sex with. I called down a flower, but when I summoned the furry, it came out as a hardened plush toy. At this point, my mom started to come out, and I felt a need to hide the thing. I tried to summon a tote box, but It came out as a cardboard box that had been warped from water. Using telekinesis I put the box over the plushy, and my alarm went off.

When I woke up, I said "that was an awesome dream."

Lucid - Semi Lucid - Not Lucid

First LD WooHoo !!
DILD

So it all started out as a flying dream. Setting was above a local shopping center parking lot... the way I was flying was to kind of like the way a kite works. It's how I used to fly in my dreams as a child before I knew what LD was. So I basically will myself into the air and float up and catch the wind... faster flying usually starts after Ive bin up for a bit but sometimes its an instant take off. Anyway this time I was using a something like a nozzle from garden hose to kind of redirect air flow lols.

After a little while other people were flying too and I was quite high up and showing off a little. Then my uncle David happened to join me and which was cool because I usually fly alone. I had never seen Dave fly and we don't see each other very often. We started to drift and lower in elevation until we touched down on a nearby hill. While we were walking back I though..(hmm we were just flying.. omg I must be dreaming..)

So then I decided to test this hypothesis.. rather than remembering to do a typical reality check however I settled on changing something in my environment.. at this time the world was fading and my focus was on Dave.. so .. I said out load "Dave, turn purple" and then he did. It happened fast but not all at once, more like if you put a drop of food coloring into water minus the swirling...anyway I got exited and woke up.

Possible WILD - Teaching Tim About Dream Control (MILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I layed in bed after waking up repeating my mantra "I am dreaming" and allowing myself to get caught up in the visualisations. I didn't feel any onset of SP, but I believe I was lucid the whole time this dream happened, though I don't fully remember the transition.

I was visualising minecraft, and a server with Jeremy, Tim, and Henry. I was trying to help Tim understand how to fly, and make choices about changing the dreamscape around him. I showed him how his thoughts influenced the generation of the landscape around us, by going flying fast across lots of terrain. As my thoughts would scatter, the terrain would jump and become inconsistant, but as my attention returned, it would continue smoothly. We ended up flying through some sort of never ending gravel terrain, which spiralled downwards and was beyond my control. This is when I woke up.

Note: Night of June 13/14, AFTER site crash, this is not a repost

Nondream - Lucid - Nonlucid

Just a little background info on my dreams in general.
My dreams aren't really vivid, at all.
Actually they're pretty blurry, and I usually have tunnel vision in them. Im still working on it,
and I still have alot of practice to do with my recall, just so you know.
Onto my FIRST Lucid Dream!

I wake up around 5am, which i usually do everynight, usually after a dream.
After waking up in the middle of the night, I almost always try a WILD(and it usually Never works)
Ive been doing this for every night since about a week ago, which is when I really started getting into lucid dreaming

I lie down on my back and try to WILD, I lie there for what seems like Forever.
But I continue hold the position, and try not to move through all of it.
I am a little uncomfortable.
I count my breaths, and I get all the way to 600, where I finally just give up.
I'm exhausted and just try to get back to sleep normally, which by the way is usually on my side.
But I do something a little different, I just start visualizing,
I keep visualizing, just letting my mind go crazy, letting it flow.
At first I just see blobs in my vision, but they get more and more realistic, and i start hearing the dream,
It takes over.

I'm in a pool, swimming with a bunch of friends, I didnt get a good enough look at them to find out who they were though.
The pool looks just like my highschools pool.
Im swimming across the center.. And I guess my shorts were just a little too big,
They start falling off while I swim, I can actually feel them falling off,
(I actually dont know if I entered the dream already lucid, or if This made me lucid.. So im not sure if it was some kind of visualization WILD or just a DILD)
Well either way, I am forsure lucid at this point!!
I think I actually yelled out

"Im Dreaming!!"

I dont actually remember how(darn recall), but now Im in my parents room.
I get that feeling that something else is in the room.
In the past, this feeling Always manages to scare me out of a dream, I always try to force myself out of it.
I start fading out of the dream, actually trying to wake up.
I do end up leaving the dream, I feel myself in my bed again.
Im so stupid, I've read tons of DJs, posts, threads, etc. on Dreamviews about overcoming this stuff.

Still not moving, I calm myself, and I manage to re-enter the dream(DEILD?)
I am in my parents room again, but I'm not scared this time, and im still lucid! Thank God.
So whats the first thing I do? FLY.
I find a window to jump out of, and sure enough, I go right through it!
Its a nice sunny day, I'm out on(or should i say above) my neighborhood street.
See, this is my first experience flying, I didnt really know how,
Just imagine someone swimming in a pool, but imagine that person two stories high above a street, thats me!
It was Amazing, I felt weightless, just floating, ofcourse i had to keep kicking my legs.

I fly for some distance and end up at some kind of construction plant.
Everything is rust colored.
There are a bunch of buildings and construction stuff everywhere.
I see this thing, it looks someone took pipes and just twisted them around, kindve in a square shape.
I remember about dream control.
I want to try and turn it into a black cube,
I put all on my focus on it and try to transform it, i try visualizing what it'll look like.
Instead of turning into a cube, it just grows, the pipes grow out more and form more intricate patterns, but its not a cube.
I try again, and it does the same thing.

Around here the dream fades, and i end up doing Another DEILD!(Not bad for my first lucid eh?)
I am now standing in my room, I really want to make the dream more vivid, I still have tunnel vision + its pretty blurry
Somehow Im now holding some kind of glasses(dont wear glasses in RL), I know them to be "Dream Glasses"
I put them on and for a second my vision become much more clearer!(I got this from a technique I read somewhere on the site)

Like a maniac, I again jump out of my window.
I fly for a little bit, and then I decide to try and teleport, I again didnt really know how,
I try putting my right hand right over my eyes and thinking about where I want to go.
I think, "Mall"

I open my eyes and sure enough Im at a mall,
And ofcourse it looks just like my local mall.
I look down at my hand, I have two index fingers.
My vision is again blurry, I try using the glasses again, I reach in my pocket and find them.
I put them on, but it doesnt help as much as the first time,
I try yelling for vividness, it works a little, but its still blurry.
Then try looking at the details of my hand,
At first I could see all of the details of my fingers very clearly, but as soon as i put my hand back down,
It is unfortunately, blurry(and still somewhat in tunnel vision)
But im used to it, all of my dreams are like this, so I dont see why it would suddenly change.

I walk around a little bit, I dont really see any people,
but then again I wasnt focusing at all on trying to find other people.
Instead I ran my hand along the wall, to try and stabilize the dream.
I could feel all the details of the wall along my fingers.

Around here, the dream just ends, and I'm back in my bed.
I again try not moving and try to enter another dream,
but it doesnt work this time, I dont feel any more dreams coming.
I woke up with a big smile knowing I finally went lucid, and immediately wrote down what I remembered,

If you count the DEILDS, Those were my First THREE Lucids!
(Only about 5/10 minutes in all, lol)

every time i try to control a dream or i think i am in control, it takes a dark turn. it will already be taking a dark turn and when i try to change it it gets even worse. ask me about some of my worst dreams.

I agree with the banana dance party ITS PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME because wilding is the most epic thing and i did it by................accident! ok on to the wild: so im lying there trying to wild for about an hour just lying there counting then not counting then counting again and after this disappointing hour i wanted to give up but i still tried a little more. Then i was like i'm done and just layed there thinking trying to go to sleep i was thinking about random things then i noticed i was drifting off usually when i notice i'm drifting off i just kind of wake up but this time i didn't (maybe i was in a deeper state of sleep than usual when i realize im drifting off). after realizing this almost immediatly i was ambushed by a kaleidoscope of colors and entered vibrational state after about thirty seconds of this the colors faded away and the vibrations got stronger. i then felt my body being lifted out of my bed and i felt myself standing as the vibrations continued i opened my eyes to see i was laying down in my bed.

i did a reality check it didn't fail so i thought i was awake so i went to use the bathroom and while i was i realized my vision was messed up one eye could see a totally different image than the other so i did another reality check the one where you close your mouth and nose and try to breathe and i could breathe so i looked down and thought if right now im going to the bathroom in a dream does that mean im doing it in real life! then i was like screw it if i am it doesn't matter because ive come to far so i finished up and went to look out of my room window i slowly opened it getting ready to dive out i was trying to summon music i wanted epic music like "Ichigo's theme-number one" a song from the anime bleach as i jumped out the window i was on a school ground covered in thick mud i was humming the song loud hoping for it to play. i looked around it appeared like it had just rained i called out to my dream guide apologizing about everything that made her angry i heard her voice say what are you humming and i said "an epic song that i want as background music" then she was like "fine if it will help you look for me" and we started humming it in sync and it had started playing then she said to go and find her and i noticed from the location of her voice a shadowy figure on the roof of the school with their arms crossed i then saw the same figure appear on the other side of the school grounds but clearly could see everything but the face which was covered by hair blowing in the wind. i was like "WAIT THERE PLEASE I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND" i ran as fast as i could but as i was running an object obstructed my vision of the figure who i was sure was my dreamguide. and when i got past it two little girls were standing there instead. i asked them about my dream guide and the one said "she said that you have till 5:00 that means tomorrow, to find her" and the other one sat there looking around. i looked to the other one and got the attention of both of them i asked "Can you at least tell me her name?" to which they changed the subject saying they were my dreamguides i said "no you are not if my dreamguide was just standing hear then you are not her neither of you are!" then my dreamguide said that time was up and i woke up.

as i was waking up i stayed perfectly still so i could attempt the WBTB but i was too excited to even start to try and now im typing out this journal entry . so it seems i have to find her tonight hopefully i go lucid again i have had 4 lucid dreams this week pretty good so i think i can pull off another. As for a description of the dreamguide shes probably (considering my height) 5'8" or so she had short orange or blonde hair (it was sunset so it changed some colors) and was wearing my schools uniform the white polo and a vest over it with a skirt. So bottom line WILD FTW!!!!!!, my dreamguide is playful/likes to prank or trick me, and hopefully i find her tonight as its apparently my last chance! and on a side note shes good at teaching dreamcharacters to annoy me.

Non Lucid:
I was first in school, but then everything then just turned black. Then when I actually could see again, me and everyone in my school just warped to some sand island (similar to the photo) but it seemed normal so I decided to explore it with my friends were just playing around, and it seemed like we were waiting for something but I didn't know what.

I was woken up for school

You may have noticed that this entire DJ has titles, but all of the entries are replaced with the word deleted. I cleaned out this DJ because I'm moving to a new account for a fresh start. For more information, go to the most recent entry...

Again, I wake up from a dream I do not recall and decide to MILD

I am walking through an alley of a town and it is dark. It gets light and for some reason
I do a reality check. My finger goes through my palm and I am surprised. It is now daylight
and I know I am dreaming. I get out my phone and, unlike most of my dreams, it works fine.
Unfortunately, My crush's number is not in my contacts. It doesn't even cross my mind to
enter it in manually as I am only partially lucid. I try the "open door" technique several times.
The first time, it brings up someone completely different who attacks me. After fighting her
off, I try again several times to no avail. The time is actually brings her into the dream, she
is about six inches tall. I try a few other things all of which fail. The dream ends.

Lucid
task of the month

I'm so happy!! I've been struggling for ages to get a decent lucid dream that actually lasts and I've finally got it. Admittedly it was semi lucid in parts and my recall for the start is a little hazy (hoping more of that will come back to me) but it was still a fantastic experience and my dream control was great.

Basically I had a nap this afternoon to catch up some sleep with the intention to DILD if I had the opportunity and it all evolved from there. It was a shock to me at first when I started getting WILD sensations and I really enjoyed them this time, they felt really relaxing and comfortable. After this I found that my brain was in imagery overload and imagining loads of random images. One of them became particularly strong - I had found a way to break a simple sweets/toy machine without getting caught and could take all of the contents. This image was verging on dream-level and I hung it to it for as long as I could. After a while I felt myself coming out of the WILD state so refocused all of my energy on the image mentioned above. Before long the scenery started changing without my conscious effort, I still remember Thomas the Tank Engine in there somewhere.

After a while the random colours and imagery had evolved into a dream environment, I didn't even have to bother reality checking etc as I remembered the whole process. I started grounding myself, concentrating on what I could feel, smell and see. Foolishly I tried hearing the outside world too and almost lost my lucidity, but my determination and hand rubbing kept me in the dream. After this I found I could continually do the hand rubbing with an extra set of arms so set off on an exploration.

I was at my University and it looked a bit like the BBC news set. I didn't want to hang around here so headed to the back to find some toilets and check out my appearance in the mirrors. (I've heard a lot of rumours regarding this) A group of woman were approaching in front of me and being really slow so I dodged around them, noticing as I did so that one of the women was sick of the group and slipped into a cupboard instead of following them. When I got to the mirror I saw that I had my four arms. I decided to try and remove two of them and make the remaining ones more muscly. I couldn't do this effectively so instead I enticed the extra two out again and grew all four arms to hulk like proportions. Soon after this I remember I had the opportunity to dream fight but my recall around this point is quite hazy.

I left the toilets and loads of people were heading upstairs to my "flat" where we were going to party. I didn't want to bother with the stairs as I was lucid so decided to fly straight upwards through the floors. It got pitch black once I tried to do this however and it resulted in my first successful teleportation. I simply pictured the room and *bang* I was transported into it. Once there I was alone and didn't know what to do, and then I realised - Task of the Month! To the best of my knowledge the task was to eat a piece of dream fruit and pick a piece of dream fruit (I now know this to be from the dark side of the moon) so headed out to do both of these things. I visualised an apple a couple of times but it wouldn't appear, so instead tried a different tactic of turning away and visualising it behind me. To my surprise this worked really well and I bit into my new found apple with joy. It tasted quite fizzy but was by far the best apple I've ever had. Next I decided to persue the advanced task incorrectly and found a small plant in the hall way, I decided this was enough and tried to grow some fruit on it. I used the same looking away visualisation technique to get fruit onto the branches of the small plant. The first couple of tries yielded mouldy results but by the third try I grew a perfect lemon. I remember vividly how the plant prickled me as it pulled apart the leaves to get to it. After this I decided to practice again as the lemon was quite small, and grew a perfect sized grape instead.

Upon re-entering the main room in the flat I found that loads of people had arrived. I had vague memories of old tasks of the month as I was unsure which ones to do and remembered "kiss a dc". At this point I saw my friend A_ trying to kiss Rolf Harris. Rolf looked really uncomfortable so I went over, hugged him, and pushed Adam away, offering to get them both drinks. After a bit of mingling I realised that I wouldn't be able to recall all of this lucid as it was so long (there's still much I know that I can't recall) and decided to do one last thing. Whilst thinking this I saw Charlie Sheen in the corner with an inflated head - yes, punch Charlie Sheen. I went over, punched him quite hard and he disappeared.

I was so confident of my dream control at this point that I created credits. They were displayed as lots of small white letters in computer font making up the shapes of bigger letters on a black background. They read "This was a Josh production. Thankyou for watching." I then used this to make white noise and voluntarily woke up.

I am Picard again and my subconscious tells me he is dreaming, but I am not aware myself. I start
out with more of a 3rd person view of him. His senior staff is around him, Jordi, Deanna, Warf, Riker,
Data, the whole crew. It's almost like an inception thing, as if extractors are trying to get inside Picard's
mind. He is dreaming but he is not aware of it, but I know he is dreaming. As for myself, I am not quite
aware of it. There is a red alert and Picard is rushing through a hectic scene. I think about how its a
dream and how he doesn't know. At this point I sort of merge into his perspective. I go into a room very
similar to my high school's auditorium which is packed with people. I am Picard and I know Picard is
dreaming so I know I am dreaming, but I am not aware. I get the feeling that the people in the auditorium
are unfriendly in some way like Nazi's or something. A friend from college is playing the piano and I ask
him to play something in C Minor. I've asked him to play certain keys before in waking life. He starts playing
the right hand part for "To Zanarkand" from Final Fantasy X. I listen for a little bit then decide I want to
hear the arpeggios in the left hand. I sort of think about guiding his hand to the piano to play the part and
his left hand starts playing runs. I listen for a bit more then the dream cuts to a band room. There are a
bunch of band students and I am giving them a piece to play. I realize I don't have an instrument so I make
a ring with my hand, move it down, and try to pull a soprano saxophone out of thin air. It doesn't work but
for a while I try to pretend that it did thinking maybe that will work but it doesn't. I play an entire song on an
imaginary saxophone, humming the part. I then try again. This time slowly. I hold my hand there and
concentrate on the mouthpiece being behind my fingers. I slowly move my hand down until I see the tip of
the mouthpiece. After that, it is easy. I slowly move my hand down to reveal a beautiful saxophone. I get
to the bottom and flick my hand off then "paint in" the unfinished part of the bell. I take the saxophone that
is now floating there. I go to play but it feels like there is no reed. I look at the mouthpiece and there is a
reed so I need to solidify it. I put my finger on the reed but it goes through. I focus on the reed being hard
and finally it becomes solid. I play the piece then the dream ends.

My first lesson in dream control

So I did have a couple of dreams last night, and most of them I knew I was dreaming.One of them I actually manipulated a little. That's one of the first times I have ever done that as far as I can remember. I tried doing it more, but wasn't quite as successful.

Anyhow the dream pieces go like this:

In the first part I was in a store, setting up the back. There was another person with me who I was sort of competing with, seeing who could get the most done without going into our designated spaces, and I was winning. I paused and thought, I think I'm dreaming. I opened up a small notebook that had a title and no words. As I put it down I noticed some writing appear on the paper. I heard a dog barking, and I was getting close to the other person when the owner came over and told us all to return to the front to discuss our service skills. First she asked us to bring out or resume's, and then she asked us various questions about the job. She asked the first person, and after talking about the bikes the person left. Then she went to me and told me that this was a tag she found on the floor. I think it was a dog tag that had to do with the FBI. I took it and looked outside to see someone I know with his arm around this girl. I nearly dropped the tag, but went back to the floor and got a tag. Then I went back to the desk and the owner was talking to someone about my resume. She asked her questions and the girl was really confidant and professional. She went by Katherine. Then the woman went to me and started asking me questions, saying that we all shared the resume. I answered a little, but before I could complete the interview we heard a loud noise come from outside a round door/wall. We ran to it, and opened the door up to a black platform high above the ground.

The white scenery changed to a scene with European cottages, crowds, cowboy hats and fireworks. Apparently, we were in old town, but it was no part of Old Town that I had ever seen. I had walked down a little ways when I heard a guy I knew calling for me. "There you are," he said and he put his arms around me before giving me a kiss. I remember thinking I wish this wasn't just a dream, and we walked towards the stage where tons of people were at. When we got there he got up and reached his hand out to me. I smiled and took it but just as we clasped hands, the dream went black. There were no sounds or anything, but I could still feel his fingers on my skin. I thought again, why does this have to be a dream? I had a false awakening.

I saw a shadow of the man i had been with slip away, and in his place two huge wooden peg legs tromping about. I was kind of weirded out and I told myself that this was my dream. I attempted to make some changes. I told the peg legs to get smaller and they did, then I said to lose the blue outside. The outside started to peel and I looked at the small wooden pieces curiously. What am I supposed to do with these I told myself, and said I want them to disappear. The wooden pegs did. I tried to summon the guy back, but I had no success, and tried to summon back the stage again, but still had no success. Finally I just wished someone would show up and I heard some talking out side the room. I closed my eyes and got up, wrapping a thin black robe around me as I did. I opened the door to see two men in cowboy hats looking at me curiously.

"Hey little lady," they said, "what you doing up so late?" I shrugged and found myself inside a different place. I looked out the window and saw the men talking. And one of them was like, "I don't know what to do about that kid, since he found out about his old man all he's been doing is drinking, drinking, and more drinking."

The other guy said "He's been at the scoreboard non-stop for the past five days, if he's there much longer he might become part of the permanent decor."

I pulled my jacket tighter across my chest and sunk down to the floor and knowing what kind of person he was, thought "Don't you dare drink yourself into oblivion." The scene faded.

I was sleeping on a bed, when I heard some voices. I woke up and was startled to see myself on top of a brown motor home/RV. I didn't know how I had gotten there and when I looked around I saw myself on a paved road with small houses and trees all around. I wondered why I was on top of an RV instead of inside. A black SUV stopped next to me, and four friends stepped out. I was embarrassed to be on top of and RV and wondered if they knew what was going on. I stepped down the ladder and one of the people I knew asked me about a drink. We got into the black SUV.

I was back at the building from the first dream, talking to some of the people I worked with. One of them went out a door that led to a bar. Someone else mentioned going out to drink, and asked where to go. A girl mentioned Jules and I knew it was the bar that was next door. After clocking out from the position I went through the door that led to the bar. It was kind of old school with various people from all different backgrounds, rough wooden pieces for walls and decor that went from shiny red and green lights, to old school guns and machete's, lasso's and animal heads. There was even a thorny crown made of bone like material. The counter top was oak, and the other parts a cherry wood like color. The stools were wooden with black cushioned tops. After having a glowing green drink, I looked out the window to see scoreboard a couple blocks away. A girl I knew named LM walked up to me and asked me how I was doing. A couple other people I knew from high school also joined, including a guy with Bieber like dark hair, a girl with chin length magenta colored hair, and another guy with spiky black hair. I talked with them a little and then went outside where LM joined me.

"Hey," I said, "Can I tell you something?" and LM took a tequila shot, leaned against the table and nodded. I told her about my friend.

"What if you had this friend who had just lost someone and started drinking constantly. This other friend worries that they're going overboard. But they know that the drinker always does something like that when stress hits him. When the friend ask the drinker if they can help, the drinker says they're fine but need a little time. the concerned friend agrees to let them be, but things don't seem to be getting any better. This friend knows where the drinker has been going every day, and can easily go there, but they said they would wait for the drinker to contact them before they did anything. Should the person go, or continue to wait?"

LM looked curious about that, and said something, but the words weren't understood. Nonetheless, I did feel slightly upset. Then the guy with the Bieber hair approached me and said, " I think what she means is that you should do what you feel is best." I nodded.

The dream faded and I woke up on this bench. The day was bright and quiet, and there were no animal sounds anywhere. I was sitting down in a tank and shorts when my brother came up in an old clunker.

"Hey" he said, "why don't you try this out?" And he threw me what looked like a giant salt less pretzel stick. I broke it in half and tried to eat it, but he stopped me and gave me a French roll that had been partially scooped out and stuck some cheese and jalapeños inside it. Then he put the salt less pretzel stick in it and opened up a bread roll that had a square cut in it. He put the wrap, or gyro as it called it, and stuck it in the bread roll, and started eating it. He tried to get me to do it, but I said I didn't have the other bread and he said it was fine.

As i was creating my little gyro he mentioned that he heard that a certain someone had been talking about me all over the place. I asked him what he was talking about, and he mentioned the FBI dog tags, and Connor, the man who had been drinking after his family tragedy. I paused at that and looked at him curiously.

"How'd you know about that?" I asked and he said he had met the guy himself.
"Tell me," he said to me, "What do you think of that person?"

I didn't tell him anything, and my brother said, If you had to choose between family and the guy, who would you pick. At first I didn't say anything, but then I mentioned Connor and my brother looked at me curiously. "Then why aren't you with him,"he said.

I asked my brother what he meant, and my brother said that Connor had been going through a lot but hadn't seen me in awhile.

I told A that that was want he wanted, and he didn't seem to think of me in any special way, and A smiled.

"Sure about that?"

"Yes," a pause, "Why would he? He hardly pays me any heed."

Then A was like, "I don't know, but I do know that the few time's I've met him, he's pretty happy when he talks about you. ."

I looked hesitant, and A gave me a hug. "Sis," he said, "You're important to us," he paused, "but you're also important to him, and I think you know it"

"I think he may have used to care, " I whispered, " but now"

"He does." A said, cutting me off, "He talked about going on dates with you a few times, and seeing you to bed."

"You know about that?" I asked and A nodded. I bowed my head and smiled slightly. Why does this have to be a dream?

And that's it!

Connor is a real person, but his name's not Connor, and the beer and relative tragedy is also true. Also LM and the other three are real people from high school. don't know where they are now...but you know. Everything else...meh, but I may try that jalapeño thing. Sounds yummy