So I'm trying out a new method of trying to induce AP/OBE Basically in summary (though there's a lot more meaning behind the steps) 1. I take a small nap for about 1 hour to 90 minutes. 2. Wake up, stay up for 30 minutes to an hour 3. Practice relaxing, which shouldn't be too hard since the Pre-Sleep will make my body relaxed. 4. When I realize I'm in a state of complete relaxation and different awareness, I'll pretend there's a rope that I'm climbing, and apply passive awareness combined with deliberate force to keep climbing until I feel the sensation that I'm "Out of Body" Or in a "Dream Body." ------------ Not sure if the dream recall pitched a bit because of it, but I'm going to keep it up. I'll probably still do another WBTB with it, but just practicing these small steps first. 11.06.2012Sex with Rich People Fetish (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's a thread on DV where someone mentions how they feel when they have sex with rich people, sort of like a fetish thing._________________________ 11.06.2012The Green Chalk Board (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I remember is being inside of a small classroom, and there was a guest speaker that was trying to explain to us a few things, but I remained passive and found the whole thing boring. That was until he introduced something to the class that was actually interesting, and it enticed me to get up an interact with them. Some of the dream characters looked exactly like the main characters from the show "Recess." It makes sense, since I was watching a MEP (Multi-Editor Project) video that involved using some song with clips from the show yesterday. The content was all on the green chalkboard, and I can't recall exactly what enticed me._________________________ 11.06.2012REM Cycle Graph (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I wake up and noticed there's a REM Cycle graph that tracked my sleeping cycles for the night apparently, similar to IamCoder's program involving using mouse clicks to record when you sleep, and for how long you keep it up before hitting REM cycles. It was on a white background graph, and the lines of data, or heartbeat type of lines were various colors of blue, and there were a few red lines as well._________________________ 11.06.2012Suena and Link (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID Suena mentions a post about some link that makes her feel a certain way, then I was wondering if she meant link as in my username Linkzelda. After having thoughts of confusion circling around for a while, I finally realize she just meant link as in a website link. _________________________ 11.06.2012The Sidewalk of Changing Events (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID All I remember is that I'm walking on a sidewalk, mostly on the left side if you're looking at this screen. There's a lot going on, many people coming and going, many vehicles disappearing, and being replaced with new ones. I turn around back and forth a few times, and realize that almost everything I do that, something changes in this environment. The atmosphere was neutral, gray colored and all, and it felt like morning or an afternoon with gray skies foreshadowing rain or something. _________________________ 11.06.2012Random DV Thread (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID There's some thread I'm reading on DV, and there's a lot of members having conversations in it. To list a few: f0rceez Erii (I think) Alyzarin Linkzelda (me) and a lot more, but I can't recall the rest. There were a lot of jokes exchanged and people recieving likes. Other than that, I can't remember anything else._________________________ 11.06.2012Picture of Myself (Non-lucid) NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID I'm looking at a picture of myself on a laptop, and I'm wearing a black shirt, and I have my hair at a low level like I do in waking life at the moment. I put on a smile for whatever camera I'm talking the picture in, and I noticed my teeth don't belong on my face, it feels like I'm wearing someone's teeth. Maybe the teeth were just misaligned that made me presume that.
I had to go to a friends house called Jordan, his older brother was some bald guy cleaning out his fridge and freezer (Not his real brother) and it seemed like the whole dream he was very frustrated that he was having to do this, occasionally I'd chat to him and he was a decent enough bloke, the place he was standing was directly in the path of the toilet and he got very frustrated anytime someone had to go past him to use the toilet. His brother Jordan was having allot of problems with his bong, he said he had no cone piece and came up and asked me what to do, he suggested using cardboard or paper and i told him that was stupid because it was just going to burn, so we needed to use Foil, he got some foil out the cupboard but the piece he broke off was too narrow so i ripped off a more square shaped piece, i pushed it in about 1CM into the hose part of the bong and he poked holes in it with a pen, was a pretty decent cone piece to be quite honest, he did the weirdest things with his weed though he put all of it inside the bong instead of water, and every time he needed weed he'd get it from a different tin, i kept saying what the fuck are you thinking? He told me to shut up and smoke my cone so i did, I somehow managed to sink it. A few other people came over and we all went into his backyard, his backyard was so hard to explain as it was like a map from halo or something, it had a huge concrete part and a ramp around it, and below it was allot of vents and industrial stuff, we all sat down and he wrote a message on his phone and showed it to me saying something along the lines of this "I have a huge thing for porn that has to do with girls crapping and guys rooting their crap" I was disgusted but i didn't want to make him feel bad, A few people we're trying to read his message and i told them to fuck off because it was private and he didn't want anyone else to know, i wrote a message on his phone back saying "Look man everyone has different Fetishes and that's what makes us human, don't worry about it" i showed it to him and he looked very relieved All of the sudden this girl came past and took off my beanie (I wear beanies' allot lol) and she chucked it off into the industrial part, i was like "God damn it why did you have to do that?" So i somehow got down there and managed to get my beanie back. Then my dream changed, or it continued and i have missing time, but this was when my dream started to become lucid, i was inside my old classroom, and thanks to these forums which i joined yesterday i believe that's why i became lucid, I felt myself slipping out of the dream and i was going to go with my usual approach of trying not to think about it too hard, but then i somehow remembered this website telling me to spin around in circles, so i did a 360 and the fading slightly went away, i was very surprised that it actually worked, then i remembered that this website also told me to touch things, so i touched my jeans, that helped a little bit, then i touched a random couch, Me touching that couch really really sucked me straight back into the dream (Special thanks to this website for teaching me that skill) and i now had full awareness that i was lucid and i could constantly think *I am lucid* while i was dreaming which is something I've never been able to focus on too hard otherwise i would have woken up, I'm usually lucid dreaming with the thought in the back of my head that I'm lucid but like i said, think about it too hard, i wake up. Of course the first thing most of us do when we go Lucid is to try and fly, so i started trying to do that but it was really difficult, almost like my increased awareness of lucidity was preventing me from doing anything i wanted, I then worked out the more aware i am the weaker i am in my Lucid world, I managed to jump pretty high, and then i nearly fell flat on my face but managed to hover above the ground (Even when I've struggled with flying in a lucid dream, every time i nearly hit the ground i always manage to hover due to past fears of hitting the ground and waking up) I knew that if i hit the ground I'd wake up straight away so it was kind of a reflex to hover there, I had some trouble getting through a gate but i managed to fly above it slightly to the left and escape, there was like 5 nuns walking down a path when i got out so i randomly decided to steal her key i have no idea why LOL. In my next dream i was no longer lucid, me and my friend Ben we're playing Xbox and i was getting a really high score in some skateboarding game where we both got like 10 second turns to get points and there was like 30 rounds, when i was on about 180'000 and he was on about 110'000 we had like 5 rounds left and he managed to pass me with a score of about 500'000. Then i woke up
Good morning. This dream is kind of weird. I think it's also just a fragment. I was in a busy mall full of people. The mall had a lot of very narrow corridors, rather than a few wide corridors. The storefronts may have been small and packed with items like tall posters or stands made to look like anime charcters. The place was extremely packed with people. I knew this was a "fetish mall," a mall filled only with stores catering to people's various fetishes. I had been here before (possibly in the first part of this dream, which I may have forgotten). An attractive, young woman poked her head out of one of the storefronts. She was pale, with long, brown hair, a blue or green t-shirt, and blue jeans. She asked me some question about the store she was about to go into, something about whether the fetish comics in the store were appropriate for women as well as men. I told her that it was fine if she wanted to read them. She nodded and popped her head back into the store. I continued walking through the crowds of people. I wondered either why a woman would want to read fetish comics made for men or why a woman would ask permission to do so, especially permission from some person she didn't even know, like me. I turned left, into another fetish store. The inside of this store was huge. It seemed like a big bookstore, but it had other stuff in it. I think it actually may have looked like a cross between a bookstore and a dollar store. I didn't look around very much. This place wasn't as crowded as the corridor had been, but it was still very busy. Plus, I felt like I was going somewhere with purpose. I felt like my feet were walking, almost gliding, toward a certain place on their own. But I also felt like I knew where I was going, like I'd been there before. I felt like one of the higher ups at my old job, a woman who in waking life had been extremely supportive of me, was following me. I then felt like a lot of people were following me, mostly people I'd known from work. I walked down a staircase that had a sign above it. The sign was white with red capital letters. It listed the items being sold below. I was downstairs. It looked like a department store, a cheap department store. There were some displays showing bed sets, some displays showing living room sets, and some displays showing toilets. Sometimes all the stuff was mixed together. A woman off to my right caught my attention. She was maybe in her late 50s or early 60s. She had red hair, tanned skin, and thin eyes. She wore a blue dress. Her hair was arranged a little weird, almost shoulder length, but permed out to one side, so she looked lopsided. The woman directed me into an area full of lingerie. She intended for me to try on certain items. I wondered if that would be alright. After all, would they really want a guy touching that stuff, especially if he didn't intend to buy it? The area the woman led me into was a big, red room. There was nothing, or very little, in the room. There were dressing rooms along the right wall. We walked past a table of black and red underwear. They looked kind of satiny and lacy. A sign over them said "2 for $5." I thought maybe I should buy a pair of these right now to wear while I was trying on this other stuff the older woman had for me. That seemed polite to me somehow. But I decided instead to wear my own boxer briefs while I tried stuff on. But I felt bad about that, as if it were rude of me. The woman stood me in front of a dressing room. She began showing me different articles of underwear. She went into great detail on their design, showing all kinds of things like stitching. But I really wasn't interested in this. The more I looked at the panties, the more they somehow looked to be made out of the same fabric as basketball jerseys. The woman now showed me a pair of panties that she said were made with padding. I couldn't figure out why they'd need padding -- maybe to give women a better shape? I looked at them. They looked like a mix between underwear and diapers. The woman told me to feel the padding. So I did. It looked like the inside of a diaper. But it felt like bags of sand, like the tiny sand bags in weight-exercise bracelets. I looked at the underwear again. They looked like a mix between Ace Bandages and diapers. The price was written in pencil on the bottom: $19.50. I thought, That's a bit much, for something I'm never actually going to wear. The woman said, "This pair is the first thing I'd like you to try on." She motioned me into a dressing room stall. The stall was barely large enough to fit me. It was dimly lit. I was mostly undressed, except my underwear. I thought I'd keep them on. But now I had nothing on. I was holding the diaper-thing in my hand. I was looking for all my clothes. Now I had nothing at all. I was trying to figure where I'd put everything. Now I realized I'd actually thrown everything over the dividing-wall between stalls. The dividing-wall was just above my head. I reached over to discover the other stall packed with clothes, all the way to the top of the divider. I kept reaching over the divider, trying to find my clothes. I even tried to find the diaper-thing figuring that that article of clothing was almost mine anyway, and that it was better than nothing. But I kept pulling up completely unknown articles of clothing. All this time, the changing stall may have gotten smaller and smaller.
NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID 23:00 GMT – Sleep No dreams recalled 1:30 GMT Late to a movie and cloned cat I’m with my cousin C. on her car on the way to the movies. It’s late evening and we’re already late. She is speeding and I don’t feel comfortable. I ask her to slow down. Then we really get too late and she ends up dropping me home, no movies. When I arrive home my cat is now two cats, although the same one. He/they are on top of the table in the living room. Then I notice the window is open and run to shut it – the cat might fall 3 floors if he decides to go for a walk. Then the table is also wobbly and I fear it breaks, so I just grab the cat – only one, the other copy runs away. 2:30 GMT Stone house I am seeing this old stone house with Riverstone and Nighthawk. An old guy shows us the property. I don’t know what we’re doing there. The old man then leaves for a while and we start exploring every inch. Nighthawk opens a squeaky, mouldy wardrobe and finds a really old scrapbook. He invites me to sit down and look at it, as I always like this kind of stuff. So we sit down on a small dusty sofa and we start turning the pages. I really didn’t pay much attention to what is was inside. I was more focused on the body heat from the guy by my side, if you know what I mean. Then someone screams with a loud pitch voice through a small window just above our heads. I am cool, no reaction, but Nighthawk freaked out. He gets up abruptly and goes out grumpy. We approach him, making a bit fun of the situation but he is really not in a good mood. I really hate seeing him like that, looses all the charm, so I go out through an opposite door, leading to a terrace. I see the area around for the first time. It’s amazing. There’s a river way down there and a path at my right leading to other part of the village where we are. I then become lucid and instinctively fly down to this road to explore. I look to the sky and the landscape around and I am awed with the brightness and white light that permeates it. But then I look up again to the house, and there are the guys still on the other terrace looking now to me, maybe wondering how I got down there so fast. I realise they are not DC's but are actually sharing a dream with me so I decide not to go explore the dream but to go back and try to lucidify them both – would be awesome! I fly back and enter the house through the door I came out from. They are inside now. I tell them to go sit that I have something to tell them. They look curious and excited. They go out to that second terrace where I haven’t yet been. They sit at a wooden bench on this terrace. The landscape here is also breathtaking. Everything looks so damn real. For a moment I am in doubt if I am still dreaming – what if this is actually real and I say it’s a dream and they will mock me forever? So I do a reality check, just to be sure. I look at my hands. They look normal, besides being a bit more red than normal. But something goes wrong! “Oh no! I am waking up!” So, I woke up and despite my efforts, I couldn’t come back... Starting life over and love in the hay stack For some reason I am Rory from the Gilmore Girls and I fell on water with some other person. It’s night on some port and the situation is dangerous, although I never feel I am in danger. My mom Lorelai is looking for me, screaming for help, but I’m just there and I can get out of water whenever I want. I just decide not to. I think how convenient that everybody thinks I’m dead. This way I can be free and start all over somewhere else. So I leave myself be taken by the current to a place more down river. I get out and there’s a big storage house, with lots of big machines and I’m not Rory anymore, I’m myself. Then I see police coming. I think they are looking for me but no, there’s some other guy, a criminal, also coming to hide here. What are the chances? I try to hide but realize there’s no time and they will see me. So I decide to lead them to the guy, this way distracting their attention from me. I do so, the guy is arrested and they are so thankful, they don’t ask me any question. I lay down on some hay stack and rest for the night. Later on, it’s morning and I wake up with the sound of voices. There’s a group of people talking by the door and I spot Nighthawk among these people. Coming from the other dream? He comes to me, holds me, seduces me and asks me if I want to be his girl. I’m delighted and I play along. We’re all mushy mushy, I am enjoying it a lot, but then the dream transforms. High speed skating and a wild hog I find myself inside a car, in the driver’s seat. The car is parked on a steep hill and the break fails, so it starts sliding backwards. Yaics, I have to stop it but can’t find the break! I almost hit this group of people walking their dogs, but move the wheel barely missing them, until I finally break. I get out of the car and I go half-lucid. I don’t know where I am and why I went there from this other so pleasant dream, so I decide to have some fun. I put some inline skates and slide down the rest of the hill at high speed. I am having so much fun, I scream of contentment. I pass through a group of youngsters who is sitting on the floor meditating. I feel a bit bad for disturbing them and almost killing them, actually. I remember the face of one black girl in great detail. The hill ends at the gates of some park. I am trying to see what this park is when a girl with a wild hog on a leash passes by me. I am like “wow” and is everybody else around who is both afraid and fascinated with this scene. People gather around the girl and the wild hog at the gate and I can’t come in. Then a couple asks me if I know if the copy house in front is open or definitely closed. I have no clue but just by looking at it, it looks like it’s not open for a long time. I suggest they look somewhere else. 5:10 GMT Fetish with traffic There’s this two couples who like to make love in the traffic. So while one couple drives, the other is usually on the back seat doing it. But the police has already caught them a bunch of times so they came up with this truck with a cabin made of glass walls that you can see to outside but not to the inside and they have a bed there and all – really elaborate stuff just for this fetish thing they have. I am watching them having their way from inside this cabin they are driven along a highway and across a bridge. Weird stuff. I swear I have no fetish of this kind. It reminded me the movie Crash. Romantic walk becomes crappy I find Nighthawk again and we’re in the middle of some park. It’s already late evening. I invite him to walk with me, hand in hand and try to find a quiet comfy place to sit and nestle. The walk is being quite nice but then it starts to rain. I don’t care, it is not wetting me, it’s just dream rain. But he doesn’t believe that, he is getting soaked and gets really annoyed. Tells me he wants to leave. Oh boy. Ok, let’s go. We find his mom outside the park and they decide to go have dinner at a restaurant. The dream started to suck. 7:30 GMT – Wake up
Updated 09-11-2011 at 10:45 PM by 34880
I am a girl, and have gone to visit my mom's friend V at her house. The house is rather dark, and seems to be crowded wall-to-wall with pool tables and people smoking around them. I walk around and find a secluded corner as I hold my breasts. They have recently expanded, and I'm somewhat clinically analyzing the tropes of breast expansion fiction as they do or don't apply. I seem to be moodier and hornier than usual, for example. As I do this, my breasts start expanding again. With great pleasure I start to stroke them, and soon I orgasm hard, spurting milk. I run past the pool tables to find a bathroom where I can clean myself off, and the crowd laughs scathingly.
1. I'm making a thrilling video-game style escape from an industrial type level. I'm not so much running or parkouring, although there is some of that. Instead, I'm solving puzzles where the penalty is falling down large pits. For example, to cross one I have to latch a carabiner shaped like a hummingbird to the right track above the pit and glide across. Below me is a horde of giants, reaching up to grab my feet and eat me. I think I may actually have failed once, but I re-spawned and took the right path. In another puzzle, I have to figure out the motion of a series of ladders and trains. I jump from one to the other, whirling almost out of control before I land on solid ground. Finally I manage to break out of the level into a building (which I recognize from another dream after the fact). I take the wrong elevator but eventually break out into my hometown. For whatever reason I walk through a combination strip club/liquor store, then exit from there into a strip mall parking lot. I get surrounded by police, who accuse me of shoplifting and try to tase me. I start getting really scared and half-lucidly force myself to wake up. 2. I'm at a beautiful Japanese university with Dr. C from my research station. He drops me off by a riverbank and tells me to wait as he performs some errands. I dutifully wait, pulling out my laptop and playing Age of Empires II to pass the time. My mom randomly shows up, bringing hometown pizza and her homemade pie, and asks about my general health. By eating and conversation I manage to ease her worries and she goes away. I then wander off to take a leak. When I return, I see two kids in a pickup truck have stolen all my stuff and are driving away! Frantically I run after them and end up in the main building of the university. I find all of my stuff set up just as I had left it in a hallway of the building. I play some more, then talk to a janitor about the school's study abroad program. Soon I wander into a busy stairwell, where Dr. C passes by, then the two kids who stole my stuff. V passes by me; she then passes by me again in the same direction, and this time she kicks me into the stairs and starts screaming that I deserve the pain. Apparently she heard something I said as "I want a domestic divorce," but this was the opposite of what I meant. I panic to tell her the truth, but the dream ends before I meet up. 3. I'm in some cartoonish epic of wizards and wizardry. A white wizard (white as in race) is on the run from a horde of black wizards led by his archrival and former apprentice. He runs into his house and sets the locks just in time to have the horde crash on his door. He draws his wand, then turns to face the nemesis he knows has teleported right behind him. The two draw, and they launch volleys of magic meant to kill. 4. The scene is set in an exotic hotel, where people are exercising nasty fetishes about the Warhammer 40K universe. Soon things shift to the hotel's courtyard, where the lead singer of the band Foxy Shazam is teaching a dance class.
This isn't as complete as it should be, considering my memory is impaired from copious amounts of booze. Anyway: Dream takes place in some sort of fetish cheerleader movie, where the main character is a sweet, dumb, and large-breasted girl. I find that by pricking myself anywhere on my body, I develop a black PVC skin over that area.
Recent Comments
