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9/12/11

DILD; DILD + DEILD

Recall: very poor

Notes: Both dreams were longer than a fragments, but I could not write the dream down for a few days.

The DEILD was interesting because I imagined the movement of the dream and I did it. This made me twitch my leg, but I still succeeded. I think the twitch actually helped my brain go into a dream.

I was in an open field fighting this guy. The ground was a tan color. I tried to make wolverine claws appear, but they would not. I tried reaching in my pockets and feeling a metal glove, but that didn't work either.

I was running around my high school trying to have sex. I probably started with around 15 girls and stopped for various reasons. (i.e. hotter girls or DEILD).

8-18-11

D2 or D3, not sure.

I don't remember how this one started. I think I had been at some sort of camp. Or maybe a park.
In either case, a bunch of guys from my high school and I were at this giant, metal playplace. Giant as in 80 feet tall and 30 feet on a side, if not more. All of us had instruments except me, who sang as everyone else played a Petra song. (It was either "Sight Unseen", "Hey World", or "Dead Re coning". I'm pretty sure it was "Dead Reckoning".
I remember clearly a certain instrument that my friend Sabin was carrying. He had a bass guitar with two necks, but they came out of the body of the guitar at a 90-degree angle from each other. The second-to-lowest string post (or whatever you call where the string holds on to the body) had two strings coming out, one for each neck, and the rest of the strings had their own grounding to the body for each neck.
I remember that we had previously done a different Petra song on a different giant metal playplace of sorts, but I have no distinct recollection of that. Before THAT, we had been at some sort of camp house nearby.

A really cool thing I remember doing in my dream happened when we were all at the top of the structure. I wanted to beat the rest of the 'band' back down to ground level, so I test-jumped off the top level (again, where we were), landed, looked back, rewinded the dream so that I was back on top with the 'band', and told the other guys that I would beat them if we raced back down. Then I jumped again.

Somehow, they almost beat me back down anyways, and I'm pretty sure Chris had a tuba. Or a Sousaphone. And Jordan had a drumset. (I have no clue how.)

I might add that, while I do sing like nobody's business, Sabin doesn't play bass, Jordan doesn't play drums, and Chris most certainly does NOT play tuba.

I don't even remember when the dream ended.

1) At my high school, phasing through walls looking for people.

DBTI gym? I was with my high school classmates. We're wearing our usual uniform. Talking.

8/28/11

DILD + false DEILD

Recall: poor

The dream started in my high school. I was in the main area by the front door and trying to go upstairs. There were 2 sets of escalators, but they both went up AND down. Half of each escalator would go up and half would go down. However, these sides kept switching. I ended up walking in a serpentine fashion to try and make it up. Even though I kept focusing on it, I would constantly make mistakes and step on the wrong part. Eventually I just sprinted the rest of the way.

There is a gap in my memory here.

Somehow I became semi lucid and starting flirting with this girl. I kept trying to convince her to start a long term relationship with me. But really, I was just doing it for the sex, I knew if I could convince her, we could fool around now. And I knew in the back of my head that I was dreaming so I could keep pushing the idea and messing around in public.

We start fooling around for a bit and I see a cuter girl next to us. I made a smooth transition to the new girl. However, the old one chimed up about me saying I would be with her forever. Psh. So I am going back to the new girl. I don't want to rush into the sex part. With sex dreams, it is really the foreplay that I enjoy more. I can focus on all the tactile sensations and closeness instead of trying to bust one out before I wake up. Anyhoo, I paused for a bit to try and stabilize the dream. I felt the rug under my hands and I tried to have awareness of all the sensations my dream body was feeling. Soon after, I lost the dream.

I tried to DEILD. As I laid there, within a few seconds, a loading screen popped up. It had a bunch of things on it. The background of the page was green. I believe there was a video feed of the girl on the right side. There was some sort of counter on it and I waited until the top left corner said, "Ready." I was about to open my eyes back in the dream. I was not in the same place and I had to find her. She was in a bed on the computer screen and I was with her on the ground before. I find the bed she is in, but lose the dream soon after.

I FA back to a computer screen. I lose lucidity and thought I was just on a DV type site. I "remembered" that she said something about once I re entered the dream, she suddenly move to a new place. I thought that was a sign that we just had a shared dream. I tried to find her on the site to send a message, but I couldn't find her.

Plaza Mart? I was talking to someone. There are people there, as if they're staying in a dorm. I saw Solimar. He's far away, and keeps disappearing. I walked to the ground floor. There's some sort of play.

Then I'm in the supermarket. I still can't find him. I'm in school. High school or college. I keep trying to get close to him, but can't. Either he drives me away, or there are people sitting beside him. There are a lot of chairs. A teacher.

I found a high school classmate in their home. I asked him what he's doing. He said he's still in college. Or maybe his little brother, with only one class per month. Their parents are there. There's a puppy, and we played with it.

We talked about dog training. I accompanied the mother to the dog training place. It started raining. We took a tricycle there. The mother complained that the place smells. We were directly on top of the sewer line. The guy there said the dogs are not for sale; just for show.

We waited for a jeep. It's still raining. It's afternoon. There are jeeps that passed by, but they're not the right ones. We walked until we're near Victorias Crossing. It's already night. There was a van: Nyala. We chased it, and the mother was able to get in, but I had trouble jumping in. The conductor said to hurry up. The van is still running. I can't reach the bars. I asked him to pull me up. He did, but we were caught by the police. I saw his white, fat face, with a displeased look. We went down.

We arrived home.

1) High school. LUCID. Looking for crush to tell her how I feel. I finally find her off behind the cafeteria in what seems to be a robotics lab. She's at a table with others working on circuitry. I don't want to interrupt.

1. I'm participating in a very strange school production of Les Misérables, wherein we only do the scenes with the student-revolutionaries. The entire school building serves as the stage, and there is no concept of onstage/offstage, nor of in-character/out-of-character, so there were even battles in the girls' bathroom.

I was assigned the role of Grantaire, and my acting directions were essentially "if you're not doing anything specified by the script, take the opportunity to follow Enjolras like a lost puppy." There were also rules laid out for the battles - the gymnasium bleachers are the barricades, the rifles use six-sided dice as ammo, and if you're hit in a certain place, act dead.

Assorted bits included epic brohugs, an earthquake, the bathrooms turning into a maze, and a reenactment of the "Orestes Fasting and Pylades Drunk" chapter of the novel, which wasn't in the musical, but since it had so much Enjy/R subtext, we included it for kicks and giggles.

2. I'm trying to keep a former classmate from getting into my house. Dish soap was involved.

3. Trying to find a copy of "Airheads".

4. I'm escaping from someone by running through forests, using a balsa-wood plane as a hang-glider, and hiding in a miniature house in an abandoned camp.

The past few nights, my dreams have involved my ex, telling me that he regrets breaking up with me and loves me still... He told his current girlfriend that he never loved her and always loved me. The dreams took place in a hallway near my locker in school.---The weird things about it was that it was my school---but wasn't... you know what I mean? Like it looked nothing like it and the lockers were red, while they are blue in real-life. I hate how dreams alter the truth and I blame my sub-conscience. I'm jealous of those people who learned to control their dreams, knowing they are dreaming and can accomplish anything in their dream-state. I, myself was only to perform lucid dreaming once and it wasn't even on purpose, but it was a few years back.

09-08-11 Frags:

In a sofa with Kaiser, lying with our heads in separate ends. The sofa is far too small for us. Naomi comes by and walks through a window door, someone is with her. She tugs us in starting with me. Then Kaiser. He texts me who she is and who Gispo is, it is the guy walking in with Naomi, but otherwise I know nothing of him. The dream is very dark.
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Running into Sine on the central train station. She has become a mother and her demeanour is very relaxed and blissful. She is walking towards an escalator and I ask if the baby carrier can handle that and she say yes. I try to initiate helping her out, but...
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My Niece is talking and Minka is sat right next to her. She says something along the lines of “This is how I not speak” I look towards Minka and see a surprised look on her face. I then look towards Mette and without saying anything check if she herd that. She says that it was just random sounds. Then my niece repeats herself, and Mette proclaims in astonishing surprise that it is quite a feat to be talking at 6 months of age. The dream takes place by one of the larger doors in the arts class of my high school.
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I am at a station switching trains. However I realise that all the trains from this side of the station is going towards Sweden and Germany (WTF!). So I tell my sister that all of us, we are quite a large group traveling will have to go back to Copenhagen Central station and change to go to where we are going. There is a few complaints as it is quite a large diversion from our planned route, but there is nothing to do.

I realise I have forgotten a thing or two and I quickly scan the station to see if I can find it. I find some of it which apparently is a rather long rectangular black and red casing to hold a guitar. But all my notes and white bags are missing.

I bring up my phone and call my sister and tell her that she should just continue on the train and that I will have to catch up to her later. I am going back towards the central station, but the time it has taken me to scan the station means that the train has been and left again so I will have to wait another 20 minutes.

She doesn't sound sad or surprised, but just reprimands me to pick up the missing stuff and get back home. I am a bit disappointed that she doesn't sound sad or offers to help, but hey.
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I am at my old high school and I am running into one of the old red brick buildings on the left of the entrance. I am looking out for the changes they have made.

The changes primarily consists of adding reclining walls to the stairs section meaning that as you get closer towards the end of the flight you have almost no room to spend on the stairs. I take the first couple, but after a while of trying the last one I give up as I am too frightened.

I turn around and see Anders H sitting outside by a window with a book. I explain that it is a pretty stupid solution they have made for these stairs. He agrees. There is much more conversation but I don't remember it.

I go out into the yard and head over towards my class room, which is the old art class. I run into a girl I know and tells her the new changes are quite rubbish. She agrees and smiles at me. I then go on to boldly admitting my fear of stairs with narrow steps. She laughs a bit, but not in a mean way.

I continue towards the Art room and when I get down in the cellar where it is supposed to be I realise they have painted the hallways dark pastel green. Furthermore they have implemented quite a lot of walls to increase the number of rooms down from the one large that used to be the place.

I find Cyrille walking around apparently also looking for something. I tell him I am happy that I am coming here a day in advance, at this point the idea sort of crystallize for me that it is Thursday and that our classes have been planned so we have the entire day off. The reason I am here is to pick up some papers that I have left. (Have a strong feeling it is the same papers from the previous dream) but I know they aren't here, they are somewhere else I can't remember.

As I am walking into the room that is my new class room Cyrille mentions that there is playing going on. Which I notice and let him look through the doors first. There is a boy there playing the violin or guitar, but class isn't in session.

I don't seem to be the only one confused about the new layout as lots of people, including the teacher, are missing. I somehow know that the confusion is to blame.

I briefly speak with a girl before the dream ends.
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I am looking at a monitor and in one of the corners of the otherwise white website there is a video. There is also a narrator proclaiming that this is the famous Stephen LaBerge documenting a lucidity experience.

The video is essentially just recordings of someone's feet. I realise that they are my feet and that I am dreaming. However I am not in my dream body completely yet and the video is almost halfway through.

I manage to turn it into full screen and enter my dream body and sit up. Prepare to get off the table I am sat on and play. But I know the video must be nearly over by know and the scenario ends. I try desperately to bring it back and manage to cling onto a very small part of it.

Namely my body posture. I can feel myself sitting up and trying to will the dream back.
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This section might actually be a continuation of the above, but if so I will have lost my lucidity.

There is a smallish woman standing in front of me by a river. Her hair is black and she is rather good looking. She tells me she is Stephen LaBerge, but in the country she is from her name is something else something beginning with a “P”, pretty sure the letters “I” and “T” are also included.

She is taking me up a river on a slow moving boat. The sun is shining and at one point she bends her head towards the water and allow for one lock of her hair to form a half circle against the reflection of the sun in the water.

The sight reminds me of how I would imagine a portal to look like.

All of the time I have a feeling that I am waiting for the perfect time to realise I am dreaming, but that I am not quite ready yet.

Just notes today. D:

1) Phasing and TK through a tent city. I'm from a family of mages or psychics?

2) Outside my old high school at night, kiss crush. She doesn't really react.

Everything is cartoon like in appearance and I am just a spectator.

The dream centers around a black guy who has the power of super speed. (no racial) Other people with super powers were also introduced attending the same high school. I could tell that this dream/show would bring together and unlikely group of misfits with supernatural powers.

[This is a catchup post. These dreams are from the night of July 15-16, 2011.]

I'm at a high school football game between my high school and another school called Bell High School, which has white and purple as its school colors. [I'm sure there is a real Bell High School, but I do not know what its school colors are in real life.] At halftime, both school's marching bands combine to perform a semi-rehearsed field show together. It's based on my high school's field show from last year [which I didn't even see in real life; within the dream, however, I recognized the show I was watching as being based on the show they had done the previous year]. Although I could go out and join in performing the show if I wanted to, I just watch it. I would have known how to perform most of the show I'm watching if I had been in marching band last year, but I wasn't, so I don't. Besides, I don't have my clarinet with me. The show involves pushing low, wheeled wooden boxes around on the field and crouching down to hide behind them.

[Different dream.] I'm walking around in a public space naked, hoping not to be seen by anyone. [Yes, again. This time,] I'm in an enclosed, single-story retail mall with a tae kwon do studio in it. [At one point during the dream,] I have some sort of blanket or piece of cloth that I clutch around my body as I sit down against a wall in a hallway. There are people I one of the shops I pass through [it looked like a cafe], but, thankfully, they don't seem to take any notice of me. [There must be some unresolved issue somewhere in my mind. This dream has been recurring a lot as of late.]

1. I find myself scuba diving with two attractive female archaeologists. As we explore a ruined site, I find a pot that appears to be made of intricately woven rattlesnake tails. I take out a green underwater Sharpie and label the artifact, adding the poetic tag "Here be dragons, the children of the gods." After I take the pot back up above water, my companions chide me for my extra writing.

2. I go back to my high school over the summer to take a refresher course in Latin. My senior lounge has been moved to the basement and vastly upgraded, with plush seating and large flatscreen TVs. As I go to fetch my belongings from a locker, I find that they have been moved from where I left them; there's not enough locker capacity to go around, and I inadvertently took one from a freshman girl.

i am in a square room (normal). my whole class is lined up back-to the wall on all four sides.

we are taking turns reading our final projects out loud. we had to write/publish a poem that was as long as a book and printed in the same fashion.

i listen to a guy read his out loud. its plot follows a woman and her son.

my friend chellsye is next to me. i whisper for her to text heather because my phone died. they are good friends in my dream and she was already texting her.

outside of the room i am on a college campus. its a big field with little wood houses speckled around the area. there are tennis courts in the center.

i go to one house. these are like greek houses. i know a lot of bitches from my real high school are living here, but i am still curious as to what it looks like inside (i'm not sure if i want to go to this college or not)

there is a sign inside that says "9:00 pm sleep time/cannabis/meditation".