#457 - DILD - 3:02AM My recall was pretty poor, but I managed to remember one of the two from last night. I am at work eating some muffins that someone brought. I guess I remember that I was trying to get lucid because I suddenly become lucid without any real reason. The dream goes dark, but I already have a bite of muffin in my mouth. I notice the chocolate chips and just focus on the taste and the act of eating. As I wait, someone starts talking to me in the bardo (void) and I respond something random before I wake up. The other LD I wont count because all I can recall is noticing an FA and doing a nose plug, then getting out of bed. I remember being way to tired to try to recall and record and end up trying to record in a dream. I wake again and decide that I am just too tired to care. I remember another super vivid non lucid dream about Wurlman. I go visit him in his house in the middle of a field. I look around and only see treeless farm in all directions. My wife and I are drinking with Wurlman and his wife and having a good time. I need to pee and for some reason do it outside next to my car. As soon as I start peeing all these random people show up and I have to make extra efforts to hide myself. People bring more beer and pizza and I join in but I can't get over the fact that P.P. is there. I don't like this guy and I don't understand why Wurlman invited him. I keep trying to ask Wurlman about this, but everything is too crazy and chaotic to be able to have a conversation until I wake up.
It was a warm morning. I went out of my bed, took some clothes and went to a kitchen. Looking through the window, I saw a black car parked in the middle of backyard. I saw that someone was coming out from the car: a pretty, blonde woman in early thirties - my previous teacher. She was wearing only short trousers and her brea. She was holding flowers in her hands, she looked at me and smiled.
The first thing I was able to see is two police officers in a SVU show talking. I must have been in third person point of view as I became in 1st person shortly after. My brother and I were seeing this cop show playing and we realize it had started from the beginning. So I told my brother I would fast forward the clips as there were some scenes I didn't care to see. The remote controller was refusing to work properly, instead of fast forwarding it simply pause. Not too long after I have an FA and during this transition I began to realize that I had been dreaming all along. That's when the transition had end and I awoken to find myself in the bed. I was in my father room and could tell a few things were different how it usually look. Outside was dim but when it shine through the window it made it darker than usual. I figure I must still be dreaming. There was a mirror all the way at the end of the bed. I can see an apple underneath my mouth near the top of my neck. I get off the bed, my dream memories told me that I had fallen asleep with this and apple and now it has become apart of me. With some effort I manage to pull the apple out. I rather eat apples not wear them. I then toss it on the carpet and found my way back to the bed. I notice that one of the covers I usually sleep in was missing. Suddenly I wake up. Lucidity Time: 52 seconds
#448 - DILD - 9:28AM Just a short and sweet entry here... I got to get caught up on some sleep and hit on lucidity. I had actually woke up around 1am and tried sleeping in the recliner to induce lighters sleep, but I seemed to have been too tried to make and difference. Around 5AM the sunlight woke me and I moved back to bed with a sleep mask. I recalled several dreams throughout the night. Summary: I am on a bus trip. I see a hotel and stadium with the word "Floriday". I suddenly remember that I was dreaming and do the eye movements practice. The dream quickly falls apart and I try to stabilize. I am fooled by a FA that turns sexual. I was on a bus ride with several other young men. I felt like I was in high school and recalled my mom said something about letting her know when I'll be back so she can pick me up. We ride through a down town area that I thought might be Madison, Wisconsin, but I become confused when I see a hotel with the word "Floriday" on it. Later we pass a stadium that reads: "Floriday Panthers" in purple and yellow. I wonder if I am in Floria and I try to take a quick picture of the stadium sign, but we are moving too fast. We then pass a city bus stopped on the road and the enter a more wooded area. I suddenly become lucid like I had briefly forgot that I was dreaming and came back. Oh yeah I was dreaming! I am not sure if I had been lucid, lost it, then recovered it, but it sure feels like it. The outside of the bus begins to darken and I quickly search my mind for goals. I recall the first thing was to practice eye movements for a later experiment. As I do it, I realize that I went right-left vs. left-right, but figure it doesn't matter. As I look both ways twice the dream severely distorts and I find myself in a bardo. I try not to wake up and begin clapping and rubbing my hands. After a while I am fooled by a false awakening. I am next to some alternate version of my wife clapping my hands. I have woke her up and she asks what I am doing. I tell her that I did it (the lucid task). She begins to talk a lot and I tell her to let me try to reenter the dream. She gets quiet, but cuddles to me and I realize she is naked waste down. I'm really focused on DEILD, but she quickly convinces me to have sex. I wake up just as we get started.
#445 - DILD - ??? OK I'll keep this entry super short and summarized because it was a total flop are far are lucid dreams go. I have a strange bathroom experience with the toilets flushing by themselves and the usual public restroom oddness I bounce from this to having repeated false awakenings over and over and eventually do a nose plug. I have a type of in-dream-WILD and get out of bed. The dream is extremely unstable and I do my best to stabilize. I eventually find myself admiring some super detailed but, very plastic, wood veneer before giving up on the dream totally thinking that I ran out of REM cycle. Of course, I go on to having some other super vivid and detailed non lucid dream soon after.
Black: non-dream Blue: non-lucid Red: lucid Dream I was a ghost buster pretty much, or paranormal investigator. The places I seemed to go were dark and misty, spooky looking really... There were dead tress and stuff, and it was usually night. It must have been a pretty long dream but I can't recall everything I did, I do remember helping ghosts and stuff, all the ghosts seemed pretty nice except for the last one I helped. This ghost wanted to regain a part of itself, and that part was hidden in darkness so I couldn't see what it was. I tried my best to help it, and I manage to disperse some of the darkness (the darkness flowed like mist). I managed to see what the ghost was after, it was a short dark-haired girl that the ghost wanted to possess (the girl looked like the person I've been wanting to talk to in my lucids). I woke up after that... At least I thought I did. I'm unable to move and I realize I'm in sleep paralysis, but the ghost had possessed the girl and came to lie beside, only then did I realize it was evil. I tried to roll off the bed and I felt like it worked, but I realized I had only experienced the *feeling* of rolling off the bed, and in actuality I was still lying on my bed unable to move. After this I ended up waking up for real and it was daylight now... Also my windows were frozen, must have been very cold last night. I also can't believe how realistic that FA was, EVERYTHING was as it should have been. The pillow, blankets, the position I sleep in, the bin beside my bed, the desk on the other side of the room... Crazy
I had P.F Chang's chicken fried rice for dinner last night and had an especially vivid dream early this morning. I think the meal might have had something to do with it! Anyway--my dreams. The first I didn't record immediately so a majority of the details are lost to me. I go to college! But a few close friends are there (no one I know from high school is attending my college) and I’m just beside myself; I’m so glad I’m not alone. I asked them if they had roommates yet. One did, but the other did not. When I go home I tell my mom everything. I’m 200% sure more happened in this dream because I remember dorms and expanses of grass and sunlight but I have no idea how it fits together. I’m very sad about that. Ye that’s it for the first one! the second one was lovely and felt like it took place over the period of a couple/few days. They opened a new school right next to my old high school. Because the school is so close students go to both as necessary. It is larger inside than outside. On my first and second days my mom accidentally goes to drop us off in the wrong place so my brother and I have to correct her and go to the right place. It’s dark both mornings. I think one of the mornings we had a fight. The school is lovely. I lose my schedule the second day but before school there is a lounge of sorts to stay. On the first day I go through my schedule (I think) but on the second day after being in the lounge I have no schedule and forget where my classes are. I share a cookie with some friends in the lounge before going to find my first hour. I think I find it. Second hour not so much. I peek into a few rooms, one is a potions class. Then I decide to just explore. The school is a square/rectangle with hallways that are built so you can always look over the railing to see the main floor. Soft sunlight comes in windows of open classrooms and windows at the top of the building I never looked up to see. Rooms are built off this hallway. I look in a lot of them but I only remember the art room right now—a smaller room with dark wood floors with a large piece of paper taking up the entire thing nearly. The walls are lined with paint. I end up looking into a large room with a boy in it, and he is suddenly very close. Other students are coming behind me and he tells me softly to just stay still, they won’t see me. He has brown hair with light curls and a thin face. He looks tired. In the dream I think he might be a ghost. The perspective switches to third person at this point and I turn away from the door, shutting it behind me. The boys behind me are surprised but I pay them no mind. I see that I’m not in my own body. I’m a curvier girl with black curly hair. But I turn to a mirror beside the room and my hair turns red and straight; going back to first person as well. I’m shocked. The mirror does not reflect me correctly, fragmenting me and appearing cloudy grey behind me rather than reflecting the actual background. There is a time lapse, I think. I’m now on the floor of the ground level beside a girl in a dress spread on the floor. There are a couple others. The girl's hair reminds me of Rapunzel but really looks a little more like me in my waking body. I don’t know what we’re doing to her, but I suddenly feel the need to do a reality check as I feel myself waking up and do, only to have a false awakening. I lose lucidity at this point UnU I “go back to sleep” to a room in the school where I’m on a couch or a bed, watching two siblings sleep. I’m pretty sure I’m in my waking body again, just in a dream. Someone keeps coming in to put more blankets on them. They are both thin with black hair. The boy’s has a slight turn and the girl’s is a black bob. She’s talking in her sleep about how hot it is and I wonder if the blankets are to blame. He wakes up and we get into a conversation about what he does—ironically, he is a dress designer. I ask where he needs to measure me (across my collarbone?) and try to find a tape measure in my drawer only to find he has his own. I sit in a room in the soft sunlight and he starts measuring me for a dress. We chat a little and the dream ends. I've never had such a long dream!! It was exciting! I'm pretty mad that my false awakening ruined my lucidity though. How rude.
I woke up in my bed, went out of it and took my clothes. I looked around the room - there was a big mess on a table, pile of clothes lying on an armchair. Next I looked through a window - it was a warm, summer morning. My house was surrounded by a dense rainforest. Wind moved the leaves gently. I sat down on a couch, and suddenly my sisters appeared, and turned on the TV. My older sister was holding a baby in her hands. The baby was wearing a blue suit. It was crying. My younger sister was watching some kind of TV talent show. I went out of the room, and heard screams from the room. I went back, and saw that the baby was still crying, and there was a perfectly round, red pile of vomit on the ground. I went to another room, to call mother - the room was tidy and clean. The window was open. As I entered the room, my old teacher appeared, and looked through the window - a woman in her early thirties. She was wearing a green top and jeans trousers. I told my mother to go and look at the baby. I went back to the room, and cleaned the vomit.
I got to bed extremely sleepy and right off the back began to experience dreams and SP. They were chained to me always looking at the closet. The first time was a forgotten dream that lasted 1 or 2 minutes. The second time was me slipping into SP and quickly breaking out. And the I realized what was going on and this time allowed my self to go into SP. FA I get up out of bed and look into the closet. Something red appears from it and is talking as well. I didn't know what it was until I got into the hall where a light was on at. It was then revealed to me this it was the red ape-faced Shoganzord. He was pretty accurate to the real thing and then realized that he was chasing me. I ran down the steps and went outside where it was raining. He came out then I got Lucid and say. "If you want to get me, then turn into the Shogun Megazord." I was across the street from him and he walked off in between some houses. When he showed up again he was the Shogun Megazord. He looked up at me with a smile on his blue face. I can also see the detailing of the lines on his chest and arms, the mass of him body and he motioned with his head for me to come or he would come after me as That massive thing and I don't think I would want that.
I don't recall what I have dreamed about earlier beyond this FA that I had. I wake up with some kind of Jazz music playing and I realized that this song was in my previous dream that I have just awoken from. The first thing I do is turn on the radio and it is playing that song. I began to talk to one of my toys and told him about the older dream. "This song was in the dream I have just awoken from!" This is awesome." I spontaneously became lucid and at the same time started thinking about the door less arch closet. I looked out towards it and something happened (an attack or something) that sent me into SP. I laid my toy and head down and began to feel a strong tickling sensation near my underarms and ribcage. I woke up in SP and had to breakout due to the annoying sensations.
Date: 16 May Wbtb I fall asleep and have a brief non-ld where I am with family members in this unfamiliar house. It's dark in the room and I am trying to fall asleep but they keep on talking so loud. At some point everybody leaves and I find myself in a large movie room with big screen TV and loud bass systems. I think to myself that I find it really weird people are so obsessed with these things. A large TV, so what? Now, it would be much cooler if actually you were making this whole TV into existence, if you were the cause of all the music - ie. if you are dreaming all this. Then this will give a whole new meaning to the experience. I take a moment to imagine how it would feel. Memory gap. I end up in another room where I feel my awareness come into focus and I realize that I made it to the dream. My mom is also here for a bit. I remember a few goals and also the advanced task of doing an in-dream wild and briefly consider trying it. However, this is not among the goals I reviewed during the wbtb and now I can't remember (also irl at the time of journalling) whether this is still the current month's task or already last month's. I decide I don't want to end up doing an old task and drop it altogether. There is a large earth globe in the completely empty now narrow room and I do a mix of telekinesis and wind blowing it around wondering if that would count towards air bending. After I have enough fun with levitating it around, I recall the other basic task - become friends with the monster under your bed. I move forward and cautiously open the door to the next room, hoping this will work to reveal something handy. It opens into a dark room, which I disregard and continue forward. There is a bed just ahead of me and I lean down and look to see what's below. There is a ton of junk piled up. While I try to think of a monster being there I get a flash of disappearing transparent eyes. I decide to stare in the stuff below in the hopes that something will show up. After a while, I begin to see a movement under some rags and follow it. It stops and then starts at another place. I dig a bit to finally find the monster - a grey mouse! The little beast is so hyperactive it is hard to keep it in one place and as I try to hold it and make friends it even bites me! I think about the task again taking mental notes of what is going on. Ok, it has to calm down so I start caressing it. I do so for a bit until it finally calms down, I make another mental note about this and conclude that we are now friends. The dream seems to end but it's actually an FA. I find myself journalling a page and a half worth of dreams with a lot of details and also noting my goals for the next dream. The tablet then malfunctions and keeps giving me a gaming radar with the bad guys as red dots coming near. I'm getting really confused about this since I think I have solved all my problems for the moment. It then switches to a cool 16 bit game with characters unknown to me. I decide to play it for a bit and it actually works like a normal game - very complex and thoroughly thought out. Yet I can't comprehend how this game self installed on my tablet. Why do I have this game? And then it hits me! This is an FA and I just wrote a ton of dreams for nothing. But the game - well that was pretty awesome, I think to myself, I played quite a bit of a dream game. I'm super amazed at this. The dream soon ends.
FA - Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death I woke up in my bed. It was dark everywhere. I decided to go to the toilet. When I wanted to turn the lights in the toilet on, I saw that there are some new switches and a plaque saying that it was made by European Union. I look at the first switches note, and it said "For Poles in European Union". I used the switch, but it haven't done anything. I looked at a note for the second switch - "For smoking Poles". I used it and the effect was the same. The third switch was "For Poles that want to use toilet". I used the switch, and it haven't done anything too. I concluded that the energy is out, and decied to go to the kitchen instead. When I reached the room I saw my pal sitting on a coach and my mother taking something out of a box. The room was faintly lit by a candle. From the couch I could see a mirror in the corridor next to kitchen. The conversation started: Me: What are you doing? Mother: A Funeral Wreath of Quicker and Merciful Death. Me: Who would want something like that? Pal: Right. Who want's it? Mother: I'm afraid that no one would like to see it, even if it helps some suffering people. Then the mirror in the corridor caught my attention. I looked at it, and suddenly felt a cold chill going down my spine.
Meeting of wizards I was standing on top of a platform, high above the ground. I was a powerful necromancer, meeting with a conjurer and elementalist. Running away from the police I went out of my home. I walked for a while, and found myself in an industrial street from VIII century. Suddenly I saw a minimap on the left bottom corner of my vision, and a star indicating that police is looking for me. I decided to run away. I saw that they already surrounded the area. The policemen were wearing blue uniforms with strange hats. As I ran away, they shot at me. Luckily none of their shots were succesfull. I saw an old Ford car, but decided to leave it there. Running towards an alley leading into slums, I found a gun lying on the ground, and took it. It was getting dark. I ran towards junkyard, and found a shelter that one of the homeless built before his death. I've hiddent there, preparing for a sudden attack. Suddenly I saw someone coming. He was wearing black suit, and holding a suitcase full of money. When I looked at him, text saying "russian drug dealer" appeared above his head. I panicked and shot at him, but somehow the bullet haven't hit him. Luckily, he just ignored me. After a short while of waiting, a soldier jumped on a parachute and landed close to me. He told me that he is a great general, and that if I want to live, I must accept his offer. He told me that I'm going to be a "Head Director Paladin". Dark Lord With group of my teachers we went inside some kind of crypt, buried underneath the school. It was dark inside, and there were many skeletons lying on the ground. Suddenly I recalled that I was there before, fighting with the undead. There were skeletons with huge swords, cloaked skeletons summoning other undead, and the dark lord himself. The dark lord was a skeleton, surrounded by field of strong, pale blue energy. Despite having no tissue or skin, it had long, dark curly hair. Trying to survive the encounter, I fought every way possible. I ran towards small chamber, leaving most of the undead on a corridor. They had to run towards the chamber, which let me fight them one by one. I took a huge sword out of my backpack, and slashed my way out. There was only the dark lord left. I knew that this particular undead is too strong to kill it with a mere sword. I focused and cast a "destroy undead" spell. Then my vision returned back to the school. I told teachers that I was there before, but none of them listened to me. They just wanted to take any valuables from there, and seal it from the world. I estimated that all the junk they took was worth two thousand dollars. When they went away to sell it, I entered the crypt. Suddenly I traveled back in time, and saw that it was a school cloakroom before. I looked around, and between closets I saw a girl sitting on a bench. She went out a while later. I looked again, and saw that there were some cats running around. I realised that the horror had something to do with the cats. Suddenly a horrifying music started to play. For a long time I chased those cats and freed them. When there were only two of them, a weird man appeared. It was an old, bald man with long, white beard. He was wearing grey suit. I took another cat, and went closer to him. He was holding a carving knife, and there was a cat sitting on the table. I asked "What's with this knife?" And the man stabbed the cat to death. This angered me. I let the cat that I was holding before go away. I found a cleaver lying nearby. I made a long, horrifying howl and threwn it at the man. It made an arc and hit him in the foot, cutting it in half. The man started to scream in pain. Then I realised, that I was responsible for all the foul ongoings there, as truly I was the Dark Lord. FA - in home I was sitting in an armchair. It was dark. I looked around and saw that my relatives were sitting nearby, and looking at me. Suddenly I heard a phone ringing. I took the phone - it belonged to my younger sister, and went back to my relatives. I gave the phone to my sister.
This was in the morning. I had already woken up but thought I could try to fall asleep to some MILD affirmations to have a short lucid dream. All of a sudden, I found myself in the same bed, but with my dream journal in hand (I had bought a new one the day before) and looking at the front page. There, I could read the fields "name" and "username" yet to be filled. The "username" one made me think of DreamViews, but I knew the actual journal doesn't have this field. I became lucid right away, and did the nose-pinch RC to confirm. Of course, I could breathe through it, but at the same time I was able to feel my real body on my bed. I thought it was best not to move for a little while because I seemed to be half awake. Then, for some reason I started worrying I would oversleep, so finally I decided to open my eyes.
Ritual: WTB 2:30am, woke up to work from 5:30 to 6:30am, realized I'd drunk too much coffee before bedtime and have trouble going back to sleep. I figure as long as I'm insomniac, might as well try for LD and take some L-theanine and alpha-GPC. I try counting but have trouble focusing, realize I need more motivation so resolve on a task. I had been thinking earlier about the use of mantras for getting lucid, and I've had trouble deciding on one so I thought I should ask a DC. WILD, "Balloon and Mantra": Since it seemed to initiate directly from the waking state, I guess this was a WILD though there was no distinct experience of transition, at least in the way I usually experience it (shifting into dream while continuing to perceive that I am lying in bed). At the beginning it felt more like hypnagogic imagery that I was playing around with, but gradually acquired more solidity and focus. (Or maybe that's the "normal" way people do it, haha.) I'm on top of a building, playing catch with two other girls. We're throwing a ball around between us counter-clockwise. The girl to my left spikes the ball to make it hard for me to catch, so I retaliate by throwing it right back at her when she's not expecting it, instead of continuing to pass to the other girl. She says it's not fair because she wasn't paying attention. I retort that I did it because of the way she was playing. The game becomes more leisurely and the ball becomes a balloon. I sit down and I'm practicing moving it telekinetically. The balloon is making the kind of strange echoing sounds that you hear when handling real balloons, only strongly magnified. I'm impressed with the way my mind can conjure that unusual but distinctive sound which I probably haven't heard in years. Although the sound component of the dream is impressively vivid, the visuals are terrible. The whole scene is in grainy black and white, and the balloon is white too, which makes it very hard to see against the sky when I bounce it up into the air. At one point I launch it away from me and lose sight of it altogether. When I go to summon it back, instead of the balloon returning to my hand, my right hand is contorted with a strange sensation, like it's being squeezed. Around this time, everything switches over to bright color, brilliant blues and pinks. It happens as suddenly as turning on a light, and makes everything look much more vivid and cheerful. I figure this is REM switching on more fully, and comment to one of the DCs, "Hey, color just kicked in!" I notice that instead of the two girls, there are now at least a dozen of them, and they seem to be having a dance party. I hear a bouncy pop song playing in the background. I get up and wander through the group, then suddenly I remember the task I had designated as I went to sleep. I approach a girl at random. She's dressed very unusually and elaborately, probably day residue from a Chinese painting I was looking at in WBTB, and I'm doubtful about whether she will be able to help, but figure it can't hurt to ask. "I'm looking for a lucid dream mantra," I begin, then think I should explain more clearly what I mean. "Something that—" "Who is your mantra?" she interrupts. It's such an odd question that I stop and look more closely at her. Her face is pretty but blank. "That was my question," I reply, then wait to see if she'll have anything more helpful to offer. "Who is your mantra?" she repeats, in exactly the same tone and words, like a broken record. "That's what I'm trying to figure out," I insist. This is going nowhere. Reaching back with two hands I grasp the edges of a cloth, as though it were a scarf I were wearing around my neck, and draw it over both our heads. Now the two of us are alone in the dark, face to face, with just a bit of the background peeping through under the edges of the cloth behind her. Although I had performed the gesture instinctively, my intention was to blot out the distractions so I could try to communicate with the girl more effectively. A more rational course would have been to find someone else to ask, or ask the dream directly, but I got too caught up in my determination to try to make her understand. My approach was not helpful, however, as this deconstruction of most of the dream environment makes me lose traction and wake up. FAs: I had gotten up and was nearly ready for work. I went to use the bathroom before leaving and stood there dumbfounded: everything else looked normal, but the toilet was gone! I recognized immediately what this must mean. "You've got to be freakin' kidding me," I said aloud. Usually I would be delighted to realize I was still dreaming, but this time I already felt like I'd invested a lot of time in getting ready for my day, and now I would have to do it all over again, so I was actually annoyed. My lucid awareness must have been pathetically low, because instead of doing something cool with the dream or thinking of one of my many fallback tasks, I stood there until I had successfully conjured the toilet back into place, because I still wanted to use it! Then I noticed that the clarity of the dream was waning and in an attempt to restore focus, told myself: "Open your eyes." But I accidentally opened my real eyes, waking up! It was a fail on so many levels. I wanted to get back to the dream state so again I tried to play along with hypnagogic visuals. I had an image of a three medieval-looking riders in a wooded hillside. There was a male, a female, and one other. I was loping after them in the form of a wolf. The scene felt stronger and more stable than the usual hypnagogic imagery, but less tangible than a fully manifested dream. I realized that I instinctively knew the names of the man and the woman. (I suspect the indistinct third was their servant or page.) After I had nearly caught up with the riders, I worried that if they noticed me in wolf form they might shoot me with an arrow, so I transformed into a woman (nude, I noticed) and caught their attention. They turned around one exclaimed, "A forest sprite!" I "woke up" (I might have even had a vague sense at the time that it was not a real waking, since it still felt too "thin" for a proper dream) and tried to write down their names on my computer. The man's came so easily that it left no trace in memory, but the woman's name took me a lot of effort to type correctly, and I kept making mistakes and having to fix them. On the bright side, this meant that I still remembered it clearly when I woke up for real later. Her name was "Gwynrse," which I took to be Welsh.
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