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Whiterains dream

finally got lucid on an attempt night. was in the garden jumping of the steps. i tried to flip and then realised i could and it was a dream. i carried on doing this for a while and ended up just spinning around in the air. then i jumped to another part of the dream and wasnt as lucid.

other bits i remember are being in a kind of common room and seeing a friend who has just got married and chatting to her for a while. also laughing at the police because somehow they had taken out some kind of country wide computer system

I was travelling. I was on what looked like a cruise boat with Rob and Sarah. We're heading somewhere. Manila?

Then I was with Lizette, at night, in the airport. A driver. We tried to catch up to the train.

Afternoon at home, with a wonderful garden, and then a couple of pools. One is wide and deep, with various sea creatures and plants. The other is a small one, with a few creatures and plants.

Morning. Woke up in the limo with Lizette, in an unfamiliar place. Lizette then said we have to hurry because she has to buy the ingredients to cook our meal in the Bacolod marketplace. I then thought that there's a marketplace called Bacolod in Iloilo. We got down and took a ride on a trisikad (pedicab). It was too heavy because there are too many people. The others went down, so we can ride. Bhebs was there.

We arrived. I tried to pay, and found only one P20 bill. Then it multiplies each time. I took one and gave it to the driver.

We arrived in the home and the colors and the sheer unfamiliarity of the place made me lucid.

LUCID:

I realized I was in a dream. Told the two women there I was dreaming, and they were simply indifferent. I looked around. It was bright yellow; not the usual dull yellow I experience in non-lucid dreams. I observed, and rubbed my hands together to stay lucid longer. I saw a small mirror, and found blue, gooey stuff between my eyes. I took them out. Then my eyebrows are sharp and connected. I saw my right nipple, on the bigger mirror of my room inside our home, and it was wide, with what looked like outgrowth of the same color. I looked down at it.

I tried flying, by jumping up, but I only ended up a few feet up in the air, and through the 2nd floor. I saw the 2nd floor. I went down. I also tried opening the eyes of a sleeping woman.

I went out of the house, saying it's too stuffy. I rubbed my hands as I went out to make sure that I stay lucid. I keep telling myself to focus. There were three words in my mind about focus, but I forgot what they were. They keep interchanging, like how things are when I start to fall asleep.

Afternoon. I ended up in what looked like the Eras Station, but it was wider, and looked more like a plaza. I jumped, but still stuck a few feet up in the air. Then I sensed my feet as if it's still flat on the floor. I thought that it might be because my real body is stepping on something. Then I raised my right hand in a Superman position, and curved my feet, and then I flew.

Night. I flew up the tin roofs of squatters, almost hitting the roof. Still need to take more control. There were other people flying, and they were talking to me.

Lost lucidity.

I landed in a squatter area. there are tin roofs that were turned into walls/gates. One was opened, and there are people playing computer games.

I was at home. I was in the other room. I accidentally disconnected the internet connection. Sister was in my room, using the computer, and asked when the internet will return. I told her in a minute. I reconnected it. There are people outside the window.

NOTES:

- I slept from around 2 or 3 pm to around 9:30 pm. I was extremely well rested.
- I slept around 12 or 1 am.
- I completed all sets and subsets of the Tattwas right before sleeping.
- I woke up once in a while.
- I decided I will LD.
- I had almost no RC the whole day, except just remembering it before sleep to LD.

Non-dream
Dream
Semi-Lucid
Lucid

I don't know if this is the beginning of the dream, but it's the earliest part of the dream that I can remember. Right away, I know that I am dreaming and that my goal was to complete the basic task of the month before trying to find my dream guide. I am in my room (which is actually messy this time, unlike last time. Much more accurate). I want to go somewhere else, and try to fly, but for some reason am having difficulty. I'm not able to simply start flying, like I usually am, so I decide to go to my "back up" method, which a dream character taught me when I was 5 or 6: I have to throw myself at the ground, and not be afraid of hitting it. (Kind of like that Douglas Adams quote, but I learned this long before I ever read it)It sort of works, but I get stuck hovering a few inches off my floor, and can't really move. I stand up, and try simply jumping. I hover in the air, and have to make some swimming motions to get going, but finally I'm able to fly like normal, and fly through the window. While I'm flying, I remember I need to anchor the dream, so look around at the detail of the shingles on the roof underneath my window, and then at the grass and the trees, rub my hands together, and - because it's so quiet - start singing, until everything feels significantly solid. Rather than trying to go anywhere else, I land in the back yard, where my cat is running around, and take a moment to appreciate the detail - everything is laid out exactly as it is in real life, and when I look down, I can see the detail of every blade of grass (though this isn't quite accurate because our "grass" is actually mostly weeds). I remember the task of the month, and shout

"I need a Dream Character!"

No one appears in front of me, so I turn around (a little too fast) and the whole dream crumbles away. Everything is almost black, but I know I'm still dreaming, because I still feel like I'm standing, and I can't feel my real body, so I start singing and rubbing my hands together until things start coming back, and then walking around in a circle, feeling the grass on my feet, until everything is nicely solid again. My cat runs by, and I reach down to pet him, then start walking farther towards the back of my yard. I turn my head, and see a guy with a giant electric lawn mower cutting my neighbour's lawn.

"Hey, you!"

He stops the lawn mower as I run over and hop the fence.

"Sing me a song."

He looks kind of confused for a minute (and I notice that he kind of looks like Bruce Willis, but not quite), and then..."

"Um, okay... what would you like to hear? Classical? Rock?"

"Sing me your very favourite song."

He gives a huge smile "Okay!" and launches into some kind of jazz song that I don't recognize, but sounds like it must be a real song I had heard somewhere.

I wonder why my brain came up with that one, since I don't really like the style, and start looking around, wondering how long he's going to be singing, because I really don't want to be here forever.

A few seconds after I think that, he stops and says, "I only want to do one verse."

He goes back to his gardening, and I start trying to mess around and make rocks levitate, because in the lucid I had a couple nights before, I was able to make things fly around. But it won't work, no matter how hard I try, and suddenly the dream is gone.

I catch myself before I start to move, and lie perfectly still. I keep telling myself "I want to find my dream guide" and try to pick someplace that I want to go so I can imagine myself there, and hopefully enter my dream there, but I can't think of anything, and start drifting in and out of hallucinations and dreams.

Finally, one solidifies, and again, I already know that I'm dreaming. I'm in some kind of military base, with either cement or metal walls, ceiling, and floor. Only the emergency lighting is on, so everything is kind of yellow. I start wondering around, and doors open for me as I approach them. The place seems to be completely deserted. I start anchoring the dream by touching the walls, the floor, rubbing my hands together, rubbing my legs. I put my ear to a wall to try and hear anything, but it is quiet, so I start singing a little bit again.

I go through another door, to an intersection of a few hallways, and see a DC doing something at an electrical panel, and think "good, I need to get a DC to sing to me," and start to approach him, but then remember I've already done that, and now I'm trying to find my Dream Guide. I turn around, on my left there is a single orange door, and directly in front of my is a double orange door. I put my hands on the door knobs and say,

"My dream guide is going to be on the other side of these doors."

I open them, expecting to see the tall, freckled, curly-haired red-head who I saw once and thought might have been my dream guide (though never managed to confirm it because she disappeared too quickly) but don't see anything. It is very dark, so I walk through the doors, and see another set of orange doors - open - a few feet away, and walk through them into a large room with a low ceiling and dim lighting.

Halfway across the room, I see an asian girl who seems to be standing on stilts.

"Are you my dream guide?"

She nods, and starts walking across the room to stand in the corner opposite me, but on the same side as the door. As she is walking, I realize she isn't on stilts, but has abnormally long legs - she was wearing light-coloured knee-high socks that just made it look like she was on stilts.

"Really?"

She nods, "Yes."

I start to walk towards her, and almost immediately the dream disappears.

Once again, I lie perfectly still and picture the room I had just been in, trying to get back to it, but just drift in and out of non-lucids for a while before my alarm goes off, and I finally get frustrated and give up.

Dream 1

My Niece had to roll the dice, she got the most points, she is now the best person to help me take care of the baby Sparrows that I am looking after ((and in RL I am)) I am panicking about anyone else touching them but I am ok with my Niece.

Dream 2

My Daughter has got the dead bird out of the bucket, I shout at her for touching it, I take it off her and throw it to the floor. The bird then smacks it's beak together and begins to breathe, I go back to the bird and pick it up by the foot, it still has rigamortis. The bird shakes and comes alive properly and flies onto me. I am shouting to my Mom and Dad " look, look, the bird is alive, it's amazing, do you believ it" Mom says "ohh yeah" I say "can you really see it?" Mom says "no". I can see the Bird agin now, it is sitting on a fence panel and it's see through like a ghost. I say "Dad can you see the bird, i'm holding it in my hand" he says "no I can't" I then say "I'ts a ghost then and I can see it's spirit" I'm really happy and just watch it fly around happily, the bird sqwarks and fly's around , it looks beautifull. ((A big bird was found dead on my garden the day I found the 2 baby sparrows))

Me and my daughter ((i'll name her S)) are together outside our house (( a different house to our real life one)) We are looking across the road and I can see a small dog, we decide to go over. We are stroking him and kneel down beside him, he is a grey/blackish poodle puppy. I'ts raining and his owners are inside their house, I think "how cruel leaving him all alone outside in the rain" I look into the window of their house, I can see the lady sitting in her chair, she is eating and watching T.V. The dog is clipped to a bush, so I lean over and sneakily unclip his leash from it. The dog gets very excited, I look over to S and give her the nod as to say were going to pinch him lol. We move a little and I take the puppy into my arms we now begin to move away very slowly. I hear a womans voice, I look up and it's the woman in the window, she is speaking to a man and she says " Dad whats them strange people doing walking away with our Max" I quickly clip Max back onto the bush before they notice. The woman and her dad are walking outside onto their garden, it has stopped raining now and the sun has come out. The man was about 57 or so and was in a wheelchair. The woman is quite chubby and about 36 and has long brown hair. 3 kids, 2 boys and a girl have also come out of the house onto the garden, they are talking to the man, I think he is their Grandad, he is swearing alot as he speaks to them, I am disgusted at this and decide I don't like him ((dream skip)) We are back at our house and we are on the front garden, Max was there with us, I looked at S and she said it was ok for him to be here with us. We were about to go inside but then another dog came, his name was Aurevoir ((lol)) He is a white puppy, I take a second look and notice that he is walking on his 2 back legs and he is pulling a cart, he is holding the string in his front paws. His cart had toys in it, he had brought them with him for him and max to play with lol....Max is sitting in the doorway I tell him "Max it's ok for you to go inside" and I gently edge him in. Me and S are stroking both dogs alot and we end up keeping them both.

Dream 2 Fragment:
My daughter J has a bad ear, I take a look and see a nasty cyst on the back of her ear.

sweet series of lucids last night, but memory is getting hazy now. one bit i was talking to this woman and her girl about obe's astrals etc. when the woman said she didnt believe in obe's a had to ask her where she thought her body was now, or what body did she think she was using now. she still said she didnt believe so i just explained that she was basically saying she didnt believe in dreams and left it there. i spoke to her girl insted who seemed to agree that when she dreams she is away from her real body somehow, and i said that i guess when we are flying around in our dream body, that is essentailly what astral travel is.

had a couple more recurring bits. one was a party for me when i dont expect that many people to turn up, then eventually it gets quite full. one woman there was impressed with something i was doing and offered to give me a cheque for 100k to carry on my work. not sure if it was the garden work or just the dreaming stuff she was impressed by, but eventually the offer was withdrawn for some reason. this pissed me off but the party was still good.

it was in this block of flats and a group of tourists turned up. they were from jamaica and eventually turned into the west indies cricket team. by this stage i was flying around looking at things that i had previously planted around the town. there was this awesome 'guava' tree with massive purple fruit on it that was just so beautiful. shame it wouldnt grow here in reality..

the next bit was another recurring place, but i think it doesnt really have a deep meaning to it, just a place that has formed in my mind that i like and revisit. after the place had changed back to a place more resembling reality i asked a guy if he knew the place i was talking about. it was like a bar with a big blue menu screen behind the bar and the music playing was heartbeats by the knife. the bar was kind of part garden centre as well, and we were getting things for the garden and even large daisy like flowers seemed somehow miraculous to me however i still didnt really get lucid at this point as i was earlier. reminded me that i had one earlier in the week where jools holland was presenting a tv show in front of 12 foot daffodils

WBTB
wake @ 4am
sleep @ 5:30(ish)
200mcg huperzine-a
8mg nicotine gum

I enter the dream knowing I am dreaming...
I have a task in mind, and also open myself to what the dreams wants to show me first.
I fly through a dimly light park at night. There are trees, and I want to fly to a tree and nestle in it. I approach a tree and fly up into the branches, it has no leaves, I realize it is rotting. There is a huge trunk-like branch falling off, and I see that wherever there are big branches, they are falling off because of letter-sized sheets of paper embedded in the trunk, keeping the branch from attaching properly to the trunk. I land on the large "trunk" and it sways and I stay as light as possible so it doesn't break off**. I pull out the sheet of paper and read it, it's fairly clear but I don't remember exactly what it says just that I understand it is a criminal rap sheet. I think, "but this isn't ME!" and I'm wondering about it, when a group of cops show up with flashlights and flashing lights.

I panicked for a moment and started to fly away, then flew down and faced them directly, choosing an open, friendly attitude and emotional tone. I don't remember exactly what we talked about, I explained myself, and they responded in a manner of, "oh, ok, no problem" and left. As they left, I was pressed in from all sides by a multitude of people. I noticed an impulse to fight them, but I let myself feel it and acknowledge it without acting on it while I sorted through appropriate responses and settled on projecting a solid field of light pink love.

Almost immediately they all dispersed and (I might have this mixed up with another part of the dream sequence) I notice one really big guy. I jumped on him and hugged him, really pleased to see him. I kissed him, thinking, "integration".

I flew back to the tree, and wrapped myself around a branch and hugged it.
There is more in between I do not remember.

I find myself standing in a dimly lit room, watching a man sitting next to a teenager who is lying on a couch. They are dark-skinned. The boy is ill and feeling bad, and the man is striking the boy with small, precise BAPS that spark in the dark. He is berated the boy for feeling bad. I didn't really want to be in on this scene, and I ask the dream, "Am I really needed here?"
"Yes" is the answer.
Ok. So I say to the man, "I notice that you are sitting there hurting him and then wondering why he feels bad and getting mad at him about it!" The scene then shifts, and the boy is lying in twin-sized bed next to me on my right, I am on his left side. The sheet over him is cream-colored, pulled up nearly to his chin, the head/footboard are a simple wood fram, similar to mission-style. The boy has now changed to someone more feminine.

I lay my hands on her belly, left of center, and run Frequency 17. She groans a little. Then I move further down her belly, it might have been the womb area, and I say to her, "This is where all of your ancestral money stuff is..." and run Frequency 27 into it. I move slightly as she groans and vomits into a bin on the side of the bed (that is a pale mustard color and looks like those ikea shoe bins that hang on the wall with 3 drawers). I had opened the bottom bin for her...she spewed and filled it up, I pulled the bin out and moved it away, then tried to make another one appear but couldn't so I opened the second one for her, anticipating more spewage. There may have been just a bit more.

I turned to face her, and she was a beautiful woman with broad features that seemed somewhat asian, she looked a lot like my friend Stepha, and her skin was light golden brown and covered with freckles. She had warm brown eyes and a kind, gentle smile. I suddenly wanted to kiss her and have sex with her, we may have kissed (if we did anything else I don't remember).

Another snippet of being in a restaurant that reminded me of a country diner. I decided to fly out through the ceiling and the first time I tried I bounced against the ceiling and fell back to the floor. I laughed and was a little embarrassed and other people saw it. I checked...ok I *did* just fly so I am dreaming...and tried again, this time a little slower and it was like flying through gel. I flew through several layers and I wondered whether I would ever find open space then I flew through one last layer that was like the dome of "the capitol building" and silver, and wa-la, open air.

I flew along and landed in garden that I thought of as "English". Three people approached me, the one in the middle had something that looked like my shower backscrubber that he started to poke me with. I gave him some very firm yet kind command NOT to do that, and the guy to my left reacted very surprised and said, "You are quite the diplomat!". We talked about I don't know what and I flew on.

Without deciding to, I found myself zooming along in outerspace, going faster and faster, realizing how easy and effortless it was and how it was further and faster than "anyone's" been before. A space shuttle flew up beside me so I paused and it stopped and several astronauts disembarked and they all streamed around me. I didn't want to let them get too close, I think they wanted to catch me so I stayed just out of their reach (they all were tethered by air lines to the shuttle.) I don't remember what happened after that, I'm pretty sure it wasn't the end of the dream...I hope I flew on!

There was more, but in the dream I decided that it was really more important to stay in and do the healing and integration stuff I was doing rather than try to wake up to remember it.

***The dream tree to me represents a family tree - and I felt like this dream was showing me that ancestral criminal acts were somehow affecting the tree and disintegrating it. I am adopted, and have had a lifelong terror of "going to jail", even though that isn't something that I was raised with or threatened with, and my bio sister has a criminal history. So, I think I'm going to check in on the tree later, maybe it was enough to just be aware and know the person in the rap sheet wasn't me.

I am at Georges garden. I am talking to Melissa and I show something and tell her about what it is (I think is a song or application for iPhone… I cannot tell). Then we sit by a table and I watch her whether she eats with good manners (!!!). She asks me whether I want to connect my laptop to the internet and chat to someone ( I think she mentions Serendipity). This really surprises me. There was many more dreams, but I cannot remember.

Awake, Non-lucid, Semi-lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm at the park in the neighborhood where Houses #1 and #2 are. I'm in a building in the park that houses a snack bar. There are various types of junk food available for sale, and there's a young man staffing the snack bar. I talk to him, saying something like, “It's nice to see this snack bar open! I've lived here since I was one and a half, and this is the first time I've ever seen this place staffed.”

I go into a back room of the same building. There are a whole bunch of little kids there, and I'm supposed to give them a speech, explaining about some kind of event that's going on. I climb up on top of the bed, stand on it, and speak very haltingly. I'm sleepy, so I go to sleep in one of the beds that's in that back room.

I'm in an underground garage, where racing cars are getting ready for a race. Each one starts out from a different parking space in the garage and drives up one of several ramps to get out onto the outdoor, ground-level race track. I stand close to one of the pillars, afraid that one of the cars will run me over if I get in the way. There are some other people standing around in the garage, and I try to ask them how to get out. I try to shout to make myself heard over the noise of the car engines, but they drown out my voice.

After all the cars are gone, the people answer my question. They give me directions up and out of the underground garage and into a garden. They tell me to climb on top of this boxy wooden frame thing and balance there, while holding a potted plant with bright red flowers on top of a long stem. I do so. The people and I start singing a little song, the last line of which is, “I'll spontaneously combust!” I know that this is what will happen when I reach the end of the song, but I'm not afraid, because I know that that's how I'm going to get out of this place and back to the real world.

Indeed, right before I reach the last syllable of the last word, I suddenly can't see anything, and I feel a sensation come over my entire body. It doesn't feel like being burned with fire, though; it's the pins-and-needles feeling of random feedback from nerve endings. I find that I've woken up.

I was with S.G. I reached in her blouse and felt her breast. I pushed to cup it fully. I felt her nipple. She gave me O.S. This whole thing happened twice. Very nice.

My dream switched to a large Hispanic or Italian guy with the most beautiful Latina in the world. She was European (white), and had black hair that looked gunmetal blue in the light. It fell to an inch above her shoulders. It was perfectly straight and would have felt as soft as water.

She turned around and walked by. I tracked her, but never got to see her face. She would have looked like Alizee. I don't think it was supposed to be her though.

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I was looking out into my garden. I saw two Irises. The foliage on one was huge; however they were in the shade, so I thought I should move them into a sunnier area.

Then I noticed some rodent creatures. They were as big as bear cubs. They looked like the little bear creatures in Return of the Jedi. In waking life we watched that movie a couple nights ago. (There is a hint there for all dreamers).

These creatures were eating something that I put out for other animals. They were sitting on a bench or something, and talking to each other. Their eyes were huge.

The area they were sitting in in my garden was kind of protected. They felt safe and happy and had easy grub, so they were talking to each other having a good time.

I knew that someday they would have to forage for there own food and they would be sad about it.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID FALSE AWAKENING

23:30

Fighting oneiric monster

With my BF on a small hotel in India. We’re tired and we take a hot shower or we’re in a spa, something relaxing I feel we deserve. Each of us stays in different rooms. Later we’re in a war. I’m running to help my BF who is held prisoner on a cave by a half human, half-robotic creature that wants to kill me. It’s some oneiric monster we want to get freed from in our dreams. We’re fighting but I’m kicked out of this dream and find myself in a beach, lying on shallow water. I swim for a while along the coast to reach some place I see at distance.

3:00

Trying lucid meditation
On some nice big house where I’m staying for some time, like keeping it clean for its owners who will come back soon. The house is full of gadgets and tech stuff and I’m in the kitchen trying to make sense of some gadget that is on the counter. Then someone comes, maybe the owner. I need to leave so I go close the kitchen’s window. Then I feel like jumping out of the window and check a nice terrace to my left but I think “Oh, I wish I could do that...Oh, wait, I can! I am dreaming!”So I become lucid. I fly out of the window, check the view from that terrace and there I find an entrance to a small lab where some young people work. The terrace connects to more terraces and I walk and explore them. At the end, where it opens on a suspended square, there’s a playground with kids playing. Below there’s a sandy road. The landscape is ugly, like some poor neighborhood on a 3rd world country and I think that’s maybe a clue that I should use the opportunity to just meditate, as there's not much to see. So I decide to levitate, legs crossed and I meditate. But as I do this, I slowly come closer to the floor unwillingly, until I land on the sand, facing a wall. I stay focused. I keep my eyes looking down and I notice the sand, I can almost see every grain. I feel each sandy grain on my feet, this helps lucidity strengthening but then I see the sand moving and growing a lump in front of me. It is about to form some face and I am sure it will be some kind of demonic figure to scare me and distract me, but I don't care, so it vanishes before finishing to form. Then I hear what seem like a bunch of cars coming in my direction and I recall I’m sitting in the middle of a road – for moments I forgot this was a dream and I got up, afraid of being hit. Two trucks were coming towards me, but I remembered again I was dreaming and decided not to move. They just passed by me, without even touching me. Then I forgot to keep meditating and thought about the ToTY – my first goal was to do the Wizard of Oz task.

Wizard of Oz (ToTY)
So I decided that when I turn around, I would see the beginning of the yellow brick road and I would meet Dorothy a bit more down the road and ask for her shoes. When I turned around there was just a normal paved road, but it was flanked on both sides by yellow markers and yellow walls and only yellow buses circulating along its length. My first thought was to try again, but curiosity won, I wanted to see how it would develop further.
To my right side I found a bus terminal, right at the beginning of the road. Having a rest, near a parked bus, was some girl with wavy brown hair. She was with three male friends and she was changing shoes. She had a large suitcase open and lots of shoes on the floor. She was putting aside some really nice red shoes with high heels and slipping into some other more comfy shoes. I approached her and I said I really liked her shoes and asked if I could try them. She allowed but when I put them on, the shoes became yellow. I asked her why did the shoes become yellow and she said it was the way they were, they’d change colours when we’d put them on, but she said not to worry, because they were perfectly fine and would totally work the same way. So I decided to knock my heels 3 times while saying “there’s no place like home”. But nothing seemed to happen.
I waited for a while without moving. Nothing seemed to change. Then I noticed there was a river right in front of us, behind the bus terminal. A huge noise revealed a boat approaching fast. This boat had two guys inside and they made some quick and dangerous turns in the water, causing it to spiral and wave in amazing patterns. I didn't know what this exhibition was about but I was admiring the hypnotic effect on the water, when a group of mutilated dolphins that had just been cut by the boat’s engine arose at the surface amidst bloody water. Some were still fighting for their lives, but there was just too many bones exposed and bits of meat everywhere. It was a horrific scene. Then we heard police sirens and for some reason we did not want to be there when they arrived. So we run up the road and looked for cover.

Meeting unknown dreamer
I jumped over a low brick wall and grabbed some hanging vines which revealed some door behind. I sneaked in and found myself on some kind of tunnel. At its end there was another door and when I crossed it I was on someone’s house. I was looking for someone and I heard snoring in the living room. I went there but there was only an hi-fi from where the sound was coming. Then I saw something moving on the next room but it was just some robotic arm which grabbed the remote to the hi-fi and turned it off. This house was becoming too creepy, but I kept going. Then on the very last room on the back I found a guy. He was short, tanned, round face, south-american looking. He smiled at me and welcomed me. I sat on his bed and we talked. I insisted in speaking English, because I knew he wasn’t Portuguese, but his language sounded familiar. He was either speaking Spanish or Portuguese-brazilian. He insisted that I speak Portuguese because he could understand me, but I was having difficulties in changing language mode, so I would still sometimes reply in English. I said I was sorry for that, but it was the habit. He told me is name was Irino but his last name I’m not so sure. I just know that we laughed because of the similarities with my own name. Then I realised I was dressed in the dream just as I was dressed in my bed in RL – just panties and a tank top. He noticed that I noticed and because now he was sitting by my side and touching my leg with his leg, I noticed that he was getting aroused and his eyes were glowing. He put his hand on my leg and I said no way, it won’t happen! Just yesterday I met this other guy who also wanted sex on a dream, but we had just met, like WE have just met, ok? [Off course I already had sex with other guys I just met in dreams, but either I wasn’t lucid or the feeling was mutual and overwhelming. If not....] So I got up really fast and headed to the closest window. I saw his garden outside. He had beautiful lettuces and orange trees. I asked him if he was growing it and he was proud to say yes. I was glad that gardening was a topic capable of diverting his attention from sex. We talked a bit about the importance of organic gardening and growing our own food. Then I woke up.

6:30

Earth’s core
As I fall asleep I focus on a hypnagogic image and it becomes a stable dream. It is a city on a valley, seen from above, on a street going downwards. On my side there’s a show window of some shop and when I see my reflection there I realize I’ve just fallen asleep (WILD). I fly and I hover above the houses thinking about what to do. Then I turn around and see the hill I came from and I recall a dream that some guy shared on DV about his meditative experience on the center of the Earth. So I plunged on the ground, on the hill besides me and I imagine myself going deeper and deeper and crossing the several layers of the planet’s interior. I remember the guy (sorry, don’t recall who you are!) saying he felt the different forces of each layer (the mantle, the core,...) pulling in opposite directions and I tried to experience the same. I did feel the forces or energies, pushing and pulling and twisting in all directions and it felt clearly different from when I cross wormholes between dreams. When I felt I reached the core I stayed there in absolute darkness for a while, just feeling these forces around me.

8:00

october 4th: J shan buys me lunch at school and i thank her.

October 6th: I was at an outing for my dad and his co workers we were by a large nice house (in the backyard i believe). Then later a phase changed and i was under a yellow tent and conversed with people. then the scene changed again to a similar setting without as many people. I was by the same house but by a pool with Chris Zoeller and we were chilling then i sneezed and sarah z and her friend( on the opposite end of the pool thought it was gross and told me take it elsewhere. Mucus was covering majority of my hand. I went out into a mini garden area by a little shed. The garden area contained mini pine trees and flowers, and a few other plants. I somehow manipulated the mucus and turned them into rings and tossed them away.

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I am in a valley that is damp and fog-laden. It looks to me like the highlands of Scotland or something. I appear in this dream as my dream incarnate Kalima (image), but wearing a plain grey Victorian dress and white apron. The hills surrounding the valley are covered in ancient, crumbling castles and decaying ramparts while the valley floor is a huge never ending hedge-maze.

I am desperately lost in the maze and I am in a panic because I can feel not one, but two, dark presences nearby and I can sense that they are hunting me. I run through the maze as fast as I can but because of its enormity and the fact that it never ends I don't really get much farther ahead of the pursuers. I am not try to memorize or mentally map out the hedge maze and just run hoping I will get lucky and either find my way out or find the middle (where I instictively know I will be safe).

No matter how far I run I can still hear the creepy snuffling of my dark pursuers, like they have giant nostils and are sniffing me out. I find myself in a dead end and can hear the sniffing sound of one of the pursuers just on the otherside of the hedge. I know it can smell me because it stops to hover around the other side of the hedge where I am leaning in fright to sniff, before it lets out a terrible high pictched shriek to inform the other dark presence that it has found me and start running through the maze to find the fastest way to get to me.

I am so terrified that I fall to my knees and forward onto my stomach, because my legs have gone numb with fear. This allows me to see the smallest of spaces between one hedge and the ground. It looks as if a small pit was dug by a fox or ground hog or something to get under the hedge. I scramble to deepen the hole as quickly as I can and am able to squeeze through and start running again, long before the two dark pursuers find the dead end I was trapped in. They are much to large to fit through the hole (I'm not sure they even noticed it actually) and have to turn around and find their way back through the maze.

I suddenly feel two things simutaneously. First, a heavy object in the front pocket of my apron, which turns out to be a large cast iron key. The blade of the key is plain but the bow part of it is intricate in detail and had a peice of dark red glass set in the middle of it. Secondly, I feel someone close by who is watching me, but their presence is not threatening, though I cannot see them because they are invisible. The being feels warm and radiates love and kindness and for some reason I believe it is a guardian angel, even though I don't believe in angels in waking life.

The being starts to move through the maze and I am able to follow it by moving in the direction of where I feel the warmest air. After a long while I am led to what looks like another dead end somewhere near the middle of the valley and the warm presence suddenly disappears. I know there is something about this part of the hedge maze that I am supposed to discover but I can only pace back and forth in frustration for a long while because I cannot figure it out and I can hear the snuffling of the two dark pursuers getting closer again.

I pull out the key that appeared in my apron pocket a while ago and assume that I am supposed to find a door, but none can be seen with the naked eye. I feel around inside some of hedge wall where there are little openings in the heavy brush, but all I encounter is thorny branches and after several times I have sore and bleeding fingers. I feel like I have been misled by the thing I thought was a guardian angel, as well as abandoned, and I am angry and frustrated and I remember thinking to myself "this is why I don't believe in angels!"

The blood on my hands makes me think about the dark red glass set into the bow of the key and I look through it like one would a spyglass, mostly out of bordem rather than thinking anything would happen, but as it turned out I could see a glowing red outline of a door at the very end of the dead end, where the hedge appears the thickest. Upon investigation the thick hedge is even thornier and more difficult to get my hand through than the ones before, but I can feel a metal door on the other side.

I fumble around with the key, trying to find the lock, all the while the two dark presences are getting closer. So close in fact that I can here them on the other side of the hedge and I start to panic because I cannot find the hole for the key. Almost at the last second the key finally slips into a hole in the door and the door opens, but I have to force by entire body through the thick wall of thorns and it is terribly painful and unpleasant.

I get through and am able to slam the door shut and lock out the pursuers just in time because they were so close that one was able make a swipe at me and catch the end of my grey dress and rip a peice off. The creatures looked like tank sized crosses of a pot-bellied pig and a bulldog. They had rough black skin, large snouts and glowing red eyes. There bodies were covered in scars like they had been badly beaten and tortured. I had been terrified of them the whole time I could not see them but as soon as I caught that short glimpse of their battered and beaten bodies, as I slammed the door shut, I felt kind of sorry for them because they made me think of domestic dogs that become ferocious and violent after being mistreated and abused. I wanted to open the door again and have another look at them, even try to pet them and be nice to them, but I realize just then that when I slammed the door shut I left the key in the lock and since the door has no handle on this side, I was essentially locked in (and unless the pig/dog creatures suddenly grew fingers, they were esentially locked out).

I take a moment to catch my breath and have a look at my surroundings. I am in a large open area that has rows and rows of plots for planting, but the whole garden is dead. The small trees and bushes around the perimeter are barren of leaves and many have broken branches. The few plants, and what looks like stalks, that can be found in the plots are whithered and dried. The grass is brown, the air smells of earthy decay, the few marble staues around the garden are weather worn or crumbling to peices and it looks as if the garden has not been tended to for hundreds of years.

In the center of the dead garden is a a small stone fountain at the base of a huge oak tree. The fountain only contains some dried and decaying leaves from the oak tree that has mighty, thick branches that reach eagerly upwards, but it looks pretty pathetic without its leaves. I feel sad and wish there was something I could do to revive the garden but all I can do is sit on edge of the fountain and sulk.

My eye catches something white sticking out of the ground in a growing plot not far away. At first I though it was just like one of the many dead and dried out flower stalks found throughout the garden but when I get closer I can see that it is actually human finger bones sticking out of the ground, which sends a chill down my spine. Now that I am aware of it, an awful lot of the stalks sticking out of the ground look like skeletal fingers, and I even notice the old sun bleached bone hidden under the bushes and trees.

I suddenly want to leave very badly but don't know how because I've locked myself in the garden when I left the key in the otherside of the door. I briefly think that I will became another skeleton in the garden when I suddenly feel the warm angelic presence nearby again. I follow it to the locked door which suddenly unlocks and swings open. The pigdogs are gone but I am able to retrieve the key. The warm presence complels me to return to the fountain where I suddenly notice a keyhole in the bottom of it. I stick the key in and when I turn it, fresh clean water starts to flow out of the key hole and fill the fountain.

I am all excited and happy and stuff, because I think that the garden will now suddenly recover, but the dream ends there because I wake up.

I drifted off to a very light sleep just after Coach's Corner with Don Cherry and Ron McClaine at the first intermission of a Toronto Maple Leafs at Vancouver Canucks game. Although there was much imagery and happening that made it obvious I was in a dream, the hockey commentary could be heard the whole time and was not garbled or altered by the dream state.


The dream starts off with me in a small hockey arena skating around the rink and batting hockey pucks thrown at me by my teammates like baseballs into the net. A couple of visiting hockey coaches asked me how I knew how to do that so accurately and I told them that my paternal grandfather taught me how. My coaches took me out to a secluded road out in the country side that was covered in ice. The coach tied a rope around my waist and pulled me behind a truck while I tried to throw pucks into hockey nets along the side of the road. This unusual practice lasted until early afternoon when the coaches returned to the arena and told the team that practice was over and we were invited to watch the Toronto at Vancouver game on another ice rink within the same arena.

I wandered though the halls of the arena and found myself in a changing room lined with portopotties and small cubicles where professional hockey players were changing. I did not see anyone I recognized until the last minute when I saw Canucks lead goalie Roberto Luongo sitting in his gear, looking at me with a wry and amused smile on his face but I was then escorted out by a security guard and directed to the rink where the hockey game had started. I was in the second of three seating levels and thought it has weird that the game was playing in such a small arena and that there were not very many spectators there for an offical NHL game. For some reason I had no jacket but a large and very warm brown blanket which I wrapped around me like a cloak.

The game was in the first intermission so I got up and explored the arena and by the hallways and the layout I believed I was in a high school of some sort. The hallways began changing and the layout became confusing and I believed that the arena was changing shape at random since I could not find my was back to the second level seating area, which was very frustrating but understandable because I know that my dreams frequently do stuff like that. When the game started again I could hear the hockey commentary as clear as day, so I was aware that the game was on but I could not find my way back to the ice rink. I found several rooms where people were watching the game on small television sets or just sitting listening to the commentaty and staring at the walls but I could not find the ice rink no matter where I looked. Even though I could hear the Toronto/Vancouver game the images on the television sets were of Toronto Maple Leafs vs. the Montreal Canadiens game. I went up a set of stairs and found the nosebleed section (third level seating) of an ice rink but I found that it overlooked a basketball court where small children were playing with random non hockey related toys.

I wandered around the arena some more before I found my way to a small area behind the arena that looked like a garden admist fall where some more small children were playing in the fallen leaves. I wrapped the blanket tightly around me and walked through the garden and into a narrow alleyway at the side of the arena. There was a large man standing in the dark in the lonely alley and when I got closer I realized that it was Roberto Luongo, still in his full hockey gear (minus his helmet), and who seemed to be waiting for me. I was all embarassed at first and did not know what to say but he broke the silence by asking my who my favourite hockey team was and I sheepishly responded that the Montreal Canadiens were my favourite and that my second favourite team was a toss up between the Toronto Maple Leafs and Vancouver Canucks. Luongo just laughed in response though it seemed to me that he was a bit disappointed that I had not mentioned his team as my favourite -- though I did make a point of mentioning afterwards that even though the Montreal Canadiens were my favourite team that he was my favourite goalie currently playing in the NHL and that Carrie Price (lead goalie of the Canadiens) was my second, which made Luongo very happy. Every time he smiled at me I felt my heart stir and started to believe that I was falling in love with him even though I was vaguly aware that I was in a dream and was not really talking to Roberto Luongo but an aspect of my subconscious that had taken his form.

We talked about hockey for a while but our conversation soon became more intellectual and we were talking about these deep universal things which were very personal and spiritual and I was surprised that we shared many beliefs and agreed on a lot of things. Unfortunately I cannot remember any of the details of that conversation because even though I was talking to him I was still hearing the Toronto/Vancouver game loud and clear as if I was right there at the game. I was just going to ask Mr. Luongo how he could be there talking with me while he was at the same time playing goalie in the game when suddenly the hockey commentators said that Toronto finally scored early in the third period after trailing by 2-0. I was very happy and excited and my light sleep faded and I woke up to see the game still playing and indeed Toronto had just scored early in the third period after trailing 2-0. This convinced me that my mind was still focused on listening to the game even though I was dreaming.


I later watched the replay of the game a few hours later and everything I had heard from the hockey commentators in my dream had indeed been said during the gameplay and I thought that was really cool because I have never simutaneously listened to something happening outside of my subconscious and dreamed at the same time.

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During the day I had some emotional but fun situations where I would have loved to have been in a situation like this before and tried different things out. Then I realized I got the idea to use my dream world more. My dream world may be nearly perfect but my waking life has a lot of areas where I would like to see improvements. The dream world is a lot like Star Treks holo-deck, I can make it what I need and try things out there, in complete safety, and I even have a panic button. I was determined to recreate the dream world to meet my waking life needs.

Upon dreaming I had 3 totally underwhelming dreams and I was not lucid in any of them to any degree.

Dream 1: The Garden and a Patdown
There was this large forest and gardens but to get into it you first had to go through a security room that looked like a torture room from a video game. In the room you got a patdown and then were free to go int the forested garden area. The forestgarden was nothing special and I just looked around and talked to people. Upon leaving I was patted down again.

I had 2 other dreams of talking to people about useless things which I will not bore you with.

Reflections:
I realized that in order to create a task in my dream world I am going to have to try to focus my thoughts before sleep to more of a self help feeling. I order to go to sleep easily and have good dreams I focus on anything I want as long as they are positive and simple. But what I need to do is focus more on fixing and growing and less on having a good dreaming experience. No wonder I am bored with my dream life, I have made it so… well to use a British phrase, pedestrian (not British, not that there's anything wrong with that ). It reminds me of what I heard Dr. Who say “You make all of space and time your back yard and what do you have? A backyard.” I have to make it more than a backyard and I have all this control, I need to use it! I never thought of using the dream world like a tool but I am now determined to. So my new dream goal is to make my dream life to serve me waking life's needs. So far, not so great…hmmm wish me luck