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Today i dreamt i was giving a walk with my brother and my mom.
My brother asked me if I could borrow him my phone, i did borrow.
I could listen what my brother was thinking: "Should i do it now? is it the right time now?
well i'll do it" he phoned his girlfriend and decided to tell her why he didn't tell her anything
about he being "dissapeared" from their house 2 days ago. His girlfriend monologue:
"What happened to you?"
"Why you didn't tell me anything?"
"I was worried you know?" <- almost crying
**WEIRD PART**
"I wanted you to come home, i want your love" <- crying
"I want your friendship" <- crying
"I want the music" <- crying
My mom tried to talk to her but it was useless, she just continued with this nonsense monologue...
"I want the football" <- crying
And i whispered to myself
"I want a lucid dream"


Technique used for this dream: MILD
Sleep time: 6 hours

Today i dreamt i was in a world where vampires and zombies only existed
and they were enemies, i was the only human there. I was alone in a village near a desert.
That village was quite peaceful, but suddenly the scenario changes and i teleport to another place.
This place was in war, the weather was very cloudy I couldn't see the sun and i was in the middle of the desert.
There were a guy on front of me, it was tall and had a black hat, he was a vampire, behind him was a very cute girl
with black long hair, brown eyes and a shy personality, she was dressed with a black dress. and i felt in love immediately when i saw her. For some reason i kissed her on mouth and after i did that i felt so happy. The girl didn't react just became shy and i found her so cute (Still happy that i kissed her lol)
Suddenly i see a black tornado near the desert, the weather was becoming stormy and i was scared she was as well.
I wanted to protect her, but who really was protecting us was the vampire that was killing zombies. He said that we had to get out of there
as soon as possible before we could get caught by the tornado, suddenly a zombie bites girl's neck, and i stay in panic and sad at the same time.
The vampire gets me and fly away from there, i scream for her and cry but she was now becoming a zombie and there was nothing i could do.
The vampire leads me to his "base" where there was his partner, it was a girl as well.

Dream title: On a doctor cleaning my ears

Today i dreamt that i was hearing so bad and i went to the doctor.
The doctor was a female, and it was my family doctor.
She asked me "So what brings you here today bruno?" <- (my real name)
i told her "I am hearing very bad recently, i might have my ear dirty" (What i did to dream with this? lol)
she says "Alright, let me see your ear" She is cutting half of my ear with a knife and i stay like this ""
i don't know why but it didn't hurt while she was cutting it. After that she shows my ear to me and tells me
"do you see how dirty your ear is?" me: "yes i do" She starts cleaning it up with a swab and i felt so comfortable
because i like the people who clean my ear (lol).


Technique used for this dream: Mild
Sleep time: 9/10 hours





Dream title: Going to a train station with an asian guy

Today i dreamt i was following some asian guy, he was going to the train station
After a while i just stopped seeing him he was on the left side of the road but he wasn't there this time.
so i decided to look back and he was there, i passed a bit through the train station. So i went back again
and going to him. so we climbed a ramp to go to the train station, we stopped there and he teached me how
to take a train ticket. *Scenario changes*
Now we are in a car with some guy and i am in back of the car with an ice box on my feet, i decided to take a look
inside and there was food, but suddenly a human hand comes up and starts to moving, i stay like "WTF?" i get the arm and
throw it through my window, it hitted the car that was following us, i took all the food from there and on the deep there was a zombie head.
i was really scared.


Technique used: Mild
Sleep time: 9/10 hours

Date: 30 May

Dream quality and recall: There was an improvement in vividness, my awareness during dreams today was high, with a possible short ld moment. Recall was slightly better than previous days, but still below my average. There was a dreaming/ld theme so I take it as a positive sign. Postponed writing down the dream, so lost some details.

Dream00: I just remember some brief moment of lucid awareness during the dream

Fragment1: I am discussing dreaming with someone

Dream2: I see a classmate and talk to her. Then on same the street there is an older lady that has some connection to charity. A bit later, I am with the same lady but in a store, where I am trying some shoes. They are slightly uncomfortable, but I decide to buy them. I go to the cashier with the same DC woman and explain something about the shoes. The price has been reduced but they are still extremely expensive. Obviously I like them a lot, and decide they are worth it. I barely manage to gather enough money, but find additional small change in my wallet so I happily make the purchase.

Later on, a number of times and for some unknown reason, I keep coming back to the place where the DC woman was, but she is not there anymore. It looks like a room full of lockers now. A group of teenagers follows me and they make bold moves, touching my butt. I become annoyed and threaten them with my bf. I continue on my way until I see a nice place where they sell food and other fancy Japanese items. Bf is also here. I briefly talk to the woman behind the counter. The whole place gradually changes and is now more like a highly specialized store, and the thing they specialize in is lucidity! I see a whole section of lucid- inducing supplements, including G, mucuna, lots of books, crystals, etc. I am very happy to have found this place and consider purchasing some of the things. (CL you may have something to do with this!)

Fragment3: Talking to my aunt

Last night I had a dream in which I woke up feeling so angry. I had just purchased a 1080p Webcam because my current HD one had broken a few days previously, And when I was out of the house(At school, I think I can recall) My brother (His name's Liam) came in and snapped it in two. I was so full of anger that I broke some of his stuff in his room too and was afraid he'd know what I did and then break more of my belongings when I went to school.

End of fragment.

I can recall a small fraction of a non-lucid dream last night too, something about custom bike seats and me and a couple friends were going to go somewhere for a bike ride and I was making mine without using water, which was perceived as quite strange in the dream by my friends.

End of recall.

Ok so to start this off I'm going to post a LD induced by WILD, from a kind-of WBTB experience.

9th May 2013.

Went to bed after about 5.5 hours of sleep. Laid down on my side because I figured it would be the best position for WILDing. Closed my eyes, started repeating the mantra "relax". After some small feelings of numbness I started to get deconcentrated from repeating my mantra and slowly losing awareness and falling to some external dialogue. I cut it short by opening my eyes, since I'd figured I'd just fall asleep if I continued. Saw that the whole attempt took 15 minutes. After that I rolled over pretty frustrated that I can't mantain awareness. Kept on trying, until one moment a feeling of frustration crept over me. At the same time a surge of "energy" went through my body and I was suddenly pushed "into" my bed. I saw two people for a moment that seemed to push me into my bed. After that several more surges of energy went through, and I soon found myself in a kind of empty space. I was aware during the entire process and I knew I was entering a dream.

I tried to open my dream eyes but I felt my real eyes starting to open at the same time so I opted to keep them closed. Soon enough I managed to open my dream eyes and I saw a FA style dream "waking up" in my bedroom. I was lucid though, so I looked around and saw that the room was changed up a bit, didn't have any furniture present. I looked to the window and saw it was almost dark. I looked into my hands and they looked normal, although what I
saw was blurry. I remembered to use the spinning technique to stabilize the dream. The funny thing is while all this was happening I could hear my brother who was in the room while I was sleeping while being in the dream. I looked through the window and now it was nighttime. The scene changed and I don't remember what it looked like. I started talking to a dream character, a prostitute. I used her .. uhm.. services and convinced her to do it with no charge. After that the dream had faded black. I woke up in what is most likely a false awakening, being proud of myself for having a WILD. Met some friends, talked to them, and I don't remember anything else. Then I woke up for real, did a reality check, and checked the clock for time, because I always want to know when I woke up, which wasn't the case with that FA.

Expect an update in about 9 hours I'll attempt a WBTB WILD, it might be successful. Cheers!

This dream was on dreaming again. It took place in some sort of board room filled with official people. I was not there, just observing like a movie, not an actor. The officials could have been judges or moderators, or they could have been consciences of DV members, or different representations of the one God.:

The discussion seemed to be a decision making debate, where the consequences of the decision would matter / make an actual difference / change. The discussion's topic was whether dreams should be limited or unlimited. It appeared that a recent development meant that a prior decision needed to be re-examined, whether it needed to be changed.

This dream was about a dreamviews thread on what are the odds this is a dream! Completely non-lucid and no sense of self - I was "reading" not participating.

Here is a fragment of my dream thread - there actually were user names but I forgot which:

...
[user1] This is not a dream, not weird enough.
[user2] Ah but we are not aware of all that is going on - not remembering all. If we backfill for all missing data points, then there is so much weirdness, that chances are high this is a dream!
....

First of all, a dream in which a DC says/writes that chances are high that it is a dream, that's beautiful! Now, why couldn't I also have some self-awareness to allow me to make the small leap from that to lucidity?

I know which thread triggered this! Gab yesterday wrote something like "let's face it our waking life is not weird enough, so we may need to pretend that it is" and I responded that I disagree that in my opinion life is plenty of weird, we just don't stop to question it most of the time, and don't notice how weird it is. In my dream the conversation was not between gab and JoannaB but it might as well have been. Fascinating, the only time I have successfully had an LD thus far after returning to this hobby was also triggered by DV interaction with gab. I think I will ask gab whether she would be willing to be my mentor or something, since obviously my dream self has a strong correlation between gab and lucidity or almost lucidity! Gab is my LD muse! Here is a link to the thread: http://www.dreamviews.com/general-lu...correctly.html (gab's post is #17 and my response is #18, and this is definitely what this dream is based on!)

Another element of this dream, the backfilling for missing data to get adjusted statistics which may change the whole picture of what the data shows - this was triggered by a work problem I was working on this week! It's neat to see where such ideas in my dreams originated from in real life.

In my dream I dreamed of interpreting dreams and percentage correct. I had the sense that this was part of a longer dream, but it was gone.

I was having a pretty hard time getting away from that haunting home. I do not remember making it out. The first thing I remember was walking towards the home bathroom down the hall. It was a lonely and quiet night, I was the only one there at the time.

I walked in to the bathroom and was scared at this point, I knew there was no way I could stand another night sleeping here. I would sometimes have to enter my dreams in this dream and find materials that I'd need to use in the first dream to get away from the demons. But even that was scary. I was determined to get the hell out of this place, even if I had to face something scarier.

I walked back to my room down the hall and heard voices coming from around the home. I also had an intense feeling of fear. I could not know what the voices were saying nor do I remember seeing anything paranormal in the house, to me it felt like it was a nightmare while I was dreaming.

My father walks in to the bedroom and wonders where the voices are coming from. He slowly walks over to the front window of my bedroom(the front house window) and opens the binds all the way open. I could see the outside perfectly from where I was standing. There was nothing there though. I only saw the front yard and the very dark street in front of it.

By that time I had already told my father that there was ghosts in this house and I just wanted to move somewhere else. He didn't talk to me about it. He was more worried about how much money it's going to cost trying to get a new home. I was hopeless by now and sooner or later, the voices moved towards me.

I felt hands in front of me, invisible hands. They were my sisters'. I could hear her voice, she's trying her best to talk to me and convince me that she is indeed my sister and that this house is not haunted. I was the only one being haunted...

Another dream fragment again on dreams:

This was a dream about a DV thread. I think I started it. I don't remember exactly what it was about,but I remember it involved the number 3, and blackbirdrising in my dream interpreted the number 3 to mean complete, done.

I woke up, and almost managed to persuade myself to not write this down again.Grrr!

I think this is my last dream for the night. Is it my third? No, it's only the second one I can remember.

This was one of those dreams abut dreaming. I remember it was lengthy but alli recall now is fragments. My son woke me up by hopping into my bed, so no chance for gentle dream recall.

There was some sort of panel of judges for evaluating dreams and dreaming behavior. I remember arguing with them on some point or other. They seemed strict and conservative.

I dreamed that just like when getting ice cream in grocery shopping counting it as food is a cheat, similarly dreams are a treat not art of a basic food group.

I think this dream was not really about ice cream as a metaphor for dreams, but rather it was a grumpy response from part ofe to the rest ofe saying that dreams are fun like ice cream but just like it they are optional and not essential. I think this dream may have been from the point of view of the part of me that does not want to put in the effort into remembering dream fragments: the foolish lazy part as most of me thinks of it.

Dreams are like fast cars for others. My dreaming mind added the "for others caveat" since I am not one to enjoy race car driving in waking life. Though I might enjoy it in a dream. I do not consider myself a good driver, though I am certainly competent enough, and I do need to drive every day. Just like we are inside airplanes we are inside cars. I am often in the drivers seat though given a choice I prefer my husband to drive - yes, this is probably not the best metaphor for me. More self-esteem issues around driving. Although even pancakes have some self-esteem issues for me: I feel my mother-in-law makes much better ones than I do.

I dreamed that dreams are like pancakes.

How are pancakes like dreams? I shape my dreams and cook them. They may start out shapeless and liquidy, but them they solidify like magic. When I eat my dreams, they become part of myself. Dreams are often circular: no end and no beginning, and often repeat. One can toss a pancake in the air, and watch it float like a magic carpet in a dream. Most people like pancakes/dreams. Just like a pancake may have blueberries or something else in it, a dream may hide a gem worth discovering. You pour syrup over a pancake to make is taste better and sweeter, and at times we disguise our dreams to be more palatable to ourselves. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet we hurry through it, and dreaming can similarly have a crucial often insufficiently recogniZed importance. My dreams spiritually nourish and sustain me. I do not have time to make pancakes except for on the weekend, and part of my mind has been fighting the dream recall effort as too much for everyday life. Just like pancakes dreams are shaped by culture (different international variations), there are family recipes, and individuals can experiment with making their own variations. Each of us can have our own pancakes, but it is possible to share a pancake (and many people claim one can share a dream). Even my picky water younger son likes pancakes, and dreams can appeal to everyone.

This is my third metaphor for dreams in my dreams: fish, airplanes, and pancakes. Unlike fish airplanes soar free instead of being confined by self-censorship to an aquarium, but unlike airplanes pancakes become part of me and are not up there but close at hand. Fish are slippery, airplanes and solid, and pancakes not so much - one can shape a pancake, whereas an airplane comes in a certain shape and cannot be actively changed. One can consume fish and pancakes (sort of like the biblical spiritual food of fishes and loaves of bread) whereas airplanes consume one. Will I let my predefined dreams consume me, or will I through dream interpretation and later through lucid dreaming redefine my dreams and incorporate them into myself? I am hoping for the later. I want to be in charge of my dreams! Though I am also in charge of my fish: I control every aspect of their environment in my fish tank - it is up to me whether they live and thrive or die. If I put in the effort and with proper knowledge I can control mg fish, though I may prefer to observe their antics instead and be surprised by what they teach me about nature. I can also control an airplane, but only if I am the pilot, not as a passenger in a commercial flight. Airplanes and dreams allow us to fly: something we humans long for. Pancakes are not as ordinary as they may appear, and baking pancakes or bread is an activity that shows greater sophistication, a higher level of culture - though airplanes are much more technologically advanced. Fish in the aquarium hobby appeal to aesthetics, whereas pancakes appeal to our taste buds - I am engaging a new sense here. Airplanes had added a louder sound, though fish tanks also have a sound component which is a white noise, but they ate not as loud as airplanes. Oh, and pancakes are much more mundane and approachable than airplanes: despite the potential for too much effort for every day pancakes, they could become an everyday food if I were motivated. Fish are part of my everyday life. Airplanes are not. Both fish and pancakes are something I am competent and capable at, whereas at least in waking lives I do not know airplanes on such a level and I rely on others to control (though in my dreams I could of course pilot an aircraft.