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    1. Short Lucid Dream after Hypnosis

      by , 03-15-2017 at 12:42 AM
      This happened about one year ago. I and my sister decided to hypnotise each other. During the hypnosis I felt very aware and was very tired so I got in something like hypnagogic state. After the hypnosis I woke up and hypnotised my sister. It was late and after that we fell asleep.

      Those days I couldn't get out of my mind the idea of winning the lottery(6/49)


      The Dream:


      I was lucid in my hometown sitting on my desk . On the monitor of the computer there was something like a table with pokemons and numbers. Every pokemon had statistics(numbers). And in my dream I knew these are the winning numbers of the lottery. But everything in the dream was red and hard to see. Like it was blurry but actually it wasn't. So I didin't see anything. I don't remember what happened after that, I think I just lost lucidity and started dreamming another dream.

      I guess every pokemon in my dream was for other games or winning posibilities in the lottery. Or maybe this dream wasn't about lottery, but I feel like it was ...

      Updated 03-15-2017 at 12:52 AM by 92824

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      lucid
    2. Parkour Office

      by , 03-15-2015 at 06:16 PM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      7:36 p.m.

      I was with some parkour (PKPH) people in some sort of office I was practicing some stunts, flips, jumps and twists. I felt I was too active in that limited space. Ken told us to meet the nurse/doctor via e-mail/text. I went as soon as I saw the message, which was already late. The doctor/nurse (male) was with Ken, but then Ken left us alone. The doctor/nurse told me to take care of my bones, particularly on my right knee. He then said something taking care of myself that somehow related to sex, but I didn't get. I asked him to clarify. When I got it, I just smiled and told him I'm not sexually active. He smiled a knowing smile, probably a smirk, and said "Yeah, you're not."

      Then I heard him talk to Ken about how I very easily let him (the doctor) "in" through my mind. The context was hypnosis. I was walking around the office. It was late. It's probably dark outside and some people went home already. Reminded me of the night I trained in Ninja Academy.

      Strangers arrived. New group. Complaining about not getting attention.

      ---

      Notes:

      - I had parkour training the entire morning.
      - I slept at around 4:30 p.m.
      - Woke up at 7:36 p.m.
    3. The Angels of Theater

      by , 02-24-2015 at 08:12 PM
      07-18-2014 -- Again, earlier parts are missing, but I drifted off thinking about the first dream (here) of the night, and leads into thinking about and still trying to remember the details of the first dream in the new dream. I find myself sitting in on a kind of a college level class meeting taking place in the Marshall cafeteria / stage area. I am sitting here, trying to write down bits about the odd Buffy dream, my feet propped up on a chair or something, while somebody is lecturing and showing slides on one of the old style overhead projectors.

      Problem is, people keep complaining about only seeing parts of the slides, and seem kind of grumpy about it, and once I start really paying attention I realize that I was leaning with either my arm or my propped up legs blocking the light that shines through the acetate sheet to shoot it onto the screen. I didn't even realize. I'm hastily moving out of the way, as people complain about me and wonder why (and how) I'm here. Anyway, there is a discussion of some sort of war going on or something, and these people seem to be involved. And yet, it halfway seems to be not so much a war, as a theatrical performance.

      Many of them are wearing large, strong golden or silver armor, mighty warriors, yet as they get into the parts they are playing and the acting they are doing, they can't seem to be able to help but change out the armor for themed dancing outfits. As I look, I notice that a few of them have large white wings on their backs, and I realize that they are all angels, though whether good angels or fallen angels, or some other kind, I can't really tell. Eventually I kind of come to the conclusion that they are a third kind of angel, probably somewhat neutral, and really, really into theater!

      These are impressive beings. The men are huge and handsome, the women are of varying sizes and shapes, but they are utterly gorgeous. They are all immensely powerful, and their wings are only present if they wish them to be, so most keep them hidden away unless they need them. The thing is, while singing and dancing and performing in what seems to be the musical they are putting on, the ladies are dressed up in fairly revealing and remarkably sexy costumes, and it is hard to keep my eyes off of them. Especially when one is in a very short and flaring skirt, twirling around on the stage, and I am standing on the ground, right below, looking up a mouthwatering pair of legs to an incredible backside and a pair of sexy panties. I keep having to wrench my eyes away. Especially as the dancing seems to stoke the libido of the angels, and here and there, one of them will pull another just off-stage, and start having sex, out of sight of where the audience will be, but in plain view of the other actors, and the guy who doesn't belong.

      Soon somebody walks up to me with a gold pocket watch, and tries to hypnotize me, and is shocked when he fails. The leader starts to explain that is why I have been brought here ... I am a powerful being, with a very strong mind. I am about to contradict him, thinking that I am nothing special, and they may not have had much contact with humans, as only a few people can hypnotize well, and only a small portion of the population are susceptible to it. But then I realize ... these aren't humans, these are angels. They may be able to hypnotize much better, and humans might be much weaker against them. I cannot say with any certainty that my mind is not much stronger than usual against them.

      It is about this time that I also realize I am not in my version of the Marshall cafeteria, but I have been moved to a parallel reality version that the angels inhabit. The leader has brought me here because my powerful mind and resistance may be of much benefit to them, and he plans to train me up in some of their numbers, and have me fighting with them and dancing with them, and realizing my mind's strength, all of the female angels are clambering to dance with me. Then I start realizing that means I am going to be having sex with all these absolutely stunning creatures, which just blows my mind. They are all different heights, weights, builds, yet they are all absolutely magnificent!
    4. The Devil and Underhill

      by , 11-11-2013 at 02:39 AM
      A psychiatrist talking to another doctor about music and musicians, saying this is the type of personality that in these days uses hypnosis to tell themselves "this is my fanciful, flighty dream, that no one lets die." In other words: treating a wild dream as a practical career path, and being convinced to abandon a dream, are both viewed as mistakes.

      There's a group of women in a small village, they all wear black and cover their hair, and a while ago they summoned up the Devil. Now he can't leave until a certain thing happens - he's trying to cause that thing to happen, the women are trying to prevent it. The women are talking about another, younger woman, who's either new in the village or has been away, and so isn't aware that this thing must be prevented.

      The scene changes to show that Devil, who's been posing as a human man in that village, and at the moment is trying to get home without being caught by the sun and without being seen by his wife, who believes him to be human. He gets out of the building he'd been in by crawling down the side of the wall head first, and sneaks into his own home through the kitchen window, just before his wife enters the room. She finds him there casually drinking a glass of wine, and he mocks her for some supposed addiction problem of hers.

      Someone's playing a waltz, I'm looking at LaCroix dancing with a blonde woman. I don't know him (I'm not playing Nick's role this time, though I'm not myself either), but something about seeing him gives me the sense that I'm seeing a path not taken. As I'm watching him and the woman he's dancing with, I become aware that this is Underhill, and a dream; and possibly those are synonyms. (This wasn't lucid at all - the character I was at the time was thinking of this scene as his own dream, not mine.)
    5. 6/5/13 - hypnosis

      by , 06-06-2013 at 09:54 PM (Leaving the matrix)
      My dream begins at a school, it's this school that is in many of my dreams, I think it's just all the schools I've been to mixed into one making it look like a place I've never been. I'm with friends but I pay so little attention to them I don't know which they are, I seem to have an urgent purpose. It is lunch time, because kids are walking around with trays and the campus if crowded. It has all grades it looks like, because I see what look like elementary aged students to teen students. I walk away from the people that I suppose were talking to me, I couldn't care less because I had to find someone, I didn't know who because I wasn't clued into the part of me that was so urgent with a purpose, it's is like there is two separate minds working within me, I literally don't know what and why I am doing, but I rode along with my body nonetheless. I see cheerleaders practicing cheers and I walk up to them I find a girl and I place my hand on her shoulder for her to turn around and when she does I here the other minds thought, that this is the teen sister, I need to find the younger sister. The girl seemed exited that I might need her for something but the other mind says I need to know where her younger sister is. The teenager seemingly disappointed points to the direction her little sister is, and says she's at her own cheer practice. So on goes my body with purpose again, I see a crowd of people within this cement room area outside, when I walk in all the people move their attention off of the cheerleaders over to me and give me a weird look, I think because I am older than them, they think a senior is in their area or something (I'm not a senior, I'm not in school anymore), but I walk around what's happening in the middle and I spot the girl I was looking for, she looks 10 or 11 years old, has very light brown long hair that's slightly wavy, unlike her older sister who had medium length straight dark brown hair. I admire it as I stand on the sidelines waiting, I guess for her cheer practice to end. (This part is weird to me, it is as though I had amnesia within my dream) Next thing I know I'm at the front exit of the school, I can see outside and the sun is starting to set, I decide to head out and walk for the door, but I get a feeling, I look to my left and about 25 feet away is the young cheerleader with her mother, they are in the attendance office line. They are both looking at me intently, I assume it is like when you see a friend and you stare at them until they see you and you both wave, so I smile at them and keep walking on my way. This time it's like I know who they are but it's not all my will or attention on the girl, I feel like kind of just an acquaintance and walk off outside. While I walk out I make my way to the sidewalk and begin to turn and walk the way down towards where I think I live I guess, but I'm stopped by the mom and daughter, I can see they're both panicked, the mother is carrying her daughter in her arms, I very worried ask them what is going on, are they okay, and do they need help, then the mother tells me I need to take off what I did to her child...I being majorly confused ask her what is she talking about? She then goes on to say that I need to un-hypnotize her daughter, I need to undo what I did to her daughter.. I feel I've never been more confused, I don't understand what she is talking about, I tell her this, I tell I didn't do anything to her, I didn't hypnotize her, but she just keeps on insisting I undo what I did to her daughter and then she places her daughter in my arms and hastily walks off. I look down at the girl and I see she is in distress, I ask her whats going on and then the second the girl opens her mouth, a memory hits me like the clearest vision, I see what I did I assume after the cheer practice. I see that I took her somewhere quiet and I hypnotized her to love me, I hypnotized her to love me greatly, I did it over and over. Once I realize what I've done, not my mind, but personality changes I suppose into the personality the other mind had, I now have somewhat the motives the other mind had. I look down at the girl and I see her struggling in her head, she loves me but because it's hypnosis she knows I'm only making her do it and she knows she doesn't, she doesn't want to feel what she's feeling. At this point there is a part of me judging me for what I've become while I am doing and thinking things. Instead of help the girl and un-hypnotize her, I feel I need to defend myself even though I know I'm wrong. I stare at her and think of my options while I'm still telling her I didn't hypnotize her even though I know damn well I did. A memory comes into my head, one of a man who taught me the specific hypnosis for the girl. I decide I will find him and tell him I need to hypnotize her again, I need to hypnotize her to forget I ever hypnotized her and to still love me, I don't want anyone to know this awful thing I've done. I carry the girl with me and start walking back to the school doors so I can find the man. (Then I wake-up)
    6. Chaos Emeralds, Pseudo-Self-Hypnosis, Apophenia Actually Saves Me, Not enough food in Cafeteria

      by , 01-15-2013 at 12:54 AM (Linkzelda's Dream Journal)
      14.01.2013
      Chaos Emeralds, Pseudo-Self-Hypnosis, and Apophenia Actually Saves Me!! (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      I'm inside a classroom, and I believe I'm assigned with a partner to find the Chaos Emeralds, and the whole Sonic associations come in random moments with the simulated version of waking life. It feels so awkward as more anime and cartoon themes started to intertwine.

      One moment I have my middle and index finger together as if I'm trying to do an instant teleport in DBZ,






      and the next I'm back to Sonic related themes, specifically the Chaos Emeralds. I'm actually using the motion for the instant teleport to locate where the Chaos Emeralds could be, and while other teams are out scavenging for them, finding the items was easy for me.

      There were 6 in total, and not 7 oddly, that we had to find. I found about 3 within the room, and I realized I'm wearing a white tuxedo suit with white pants that look like they're tight on me.

      Probably because I put 3 Chaos Emeralds inside the right hand pocket. I felt like bragging to the others that I already found half of them, but I was also afraid of what they might do to me if I did. So I just sit down resting my chin with my arms at a 60 degree angle.

      I decided to do the instant teleport motion (but I'm not using it to teleport, just to track for more Emeralds), and found that the fourth one was in the hands of Amy Rose.






      I also had a glimpse that she kept it in a leather bag, a really light brown one, and ironically, this would actually save my life, but you'll find really quick.


      So after sitting around doing random stuff, the dream now shifts where I'm in a different room that's brigther than the last, and it seems I'm being questioned. Apparently, if I don't answer the question right, I die.

      And guess who's the person who wants to question me?











      Masami.

      I think my hands are tied behind my back on the chair or maybe not. She's wearing the outfit she used to ride her vehicles in the show "Legend of Korra," and I really don't know why out of all dream characters, we would be one to question me lol.

      I don't even recall seeing anything Korra related after the end of the first season of Korra, and that was months ago.

      Anyway, she as her left leg over her right, and she has these white flashcards and informs me that I have to pick the right answer. I'm not sure is she's interrogating me, or if this is some kind of twisted foreplay for sex.

      I actually feel that if I don't think of a right answer, I'll really die, so I get hyped up, and decided to think things thorougly.

      The question was something I can't recall, but I had three possible answers, and I had to pick one, and they were:

      - Tropical Beach

      - Leather bag

      - (And Some other choice I can't remember)


      Oh and before I go on, remember the leather bag thing I mentioned about Amy Rose? You'll find out how it helped me in a bit.


      So when the question was asked, I decided to relax, get into self-hypnosis and tried to visualize what the question is wanting me to find. I immediately see a faded out image of a Tropical Beach that looks like it's a cartoon version of one, but it's also realistic in some sense.

      Since that was the first image that popped into my mind, I stated it was "Tropical Beach" as the answer.


      So Masami asks,

      "Are you sure?"


      So I think again one more time, and honestly, I didn't know what else to choose, so I'm just assuming whatever comes up in my mind as potential answer. So apophenia starts to kick in, and I'm like, "Screw it, whatever" mode, and saw a leather bag and Amy Rose.

      The I presumed the question was related in finding a Chaos Emerald or something like that. I decided to go with leather bag based on the previous experience where I noticed Amy Rose had the 4th Chaos Emerald, and just made meaning based on that.


      When I stated "Leather Bag" as my response, my eyes are squinting even harder, and I don't want to open them because I'm wondering if the Apophenia was worth it. Then some random voice stated how I got the answer right.


      After that, I was free to go.

      Yep.

      That's about it for that dream.

      _________________________

      14.01.2013
      Not enough food in Cafeteria (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      So I'm going to a cafeteria in a random High School, and the whole place looks like it's barely even operational. The lights are too dimmed out, the whole place looks a bit dark, and the unlight from the big glass wall that's maybe 50 feet away from me is the only thing giving the majority of the light source in here.

      To the left of me is a random dream character serving lunch, and it's mostly hotdogs, which is enticing to me and a few others. However, there was something about the hotdog that people didn't like, and I decided to go with the conformity to save myself from being disgusted with eating the hotdog. I quickly moved to the other two sections in front of the previous one, and I didn't really like any of the options there.

      So I quickly moved back to the first section before this tall dude gets a spot in the line. He looks a lot like a guy named Elliot I knew in High School, and this dreaming counterpart is passive like all of them are in my dreams.

      The dream shifts where I'm sitting at a table that I don't feel I belong in...great, nice High School nostalgia to reflect on and make me feel better........

      I asked the random people on the lunch table, excluding Elliot of course,

      "Can I sit here?"

      They all say in unison, including Elliot,

      "No you can't"

      Well fuck, normally people say, "Oh sure!"

      Nope.

      They were blatant with the whole response, and I felt even more awkward. Then I realized they didn't really give a shit if I sat there. I guess it was just me getting answers I wouldn't expect them to reply through.

      Then I had some weird conflict with Elliot, and after a while, he gives me a small piece of paper stating that he was a cop or something like that?


      Okay...........when he gives me the paper, I calmed down a bit, and for whatever reason, this same piece of paper had a location instilled into my mind or something that I would plan to go to after the dream school experience ends.

      And that's all I remember, probably would've recalled more if I decided to type things out early, but I couldn't skip breakfast before going to college classes, otherwise I might pass out and die of starvation....wouldn't that be fun!?!?!

      I guess the recall is okay after not focusing on it for nearly 10-11 hours now.

      14.01.2013
      I'm Assigned to a Bing! Search Engine Seat (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Yeah, I go into a room, and I'm assigned a seat. I told the teacher planning things out about something, and he's like "Cool."

      More like "Cool Story Bro," and I go ahead and sit down and saw on the Computer on my desk that I'm assigned to the Bing! Search Engine site.

      Apparently they wanted to separate the seating arrangment so that a person who would also have Bing! assigned to them would be 5 seats away from me...left, right, up, down.

      Updated 01-15-2013 at 01:23 AM by 47756

      Categories
      non-lucid , memorable
    7. 12/28/12 Betrayers, Templars, and Cars

      by , 12-28-2012 at 09:54 PM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      12/28/12

      False Messages
      I am in my Fire Valkyrie heading for the moon, I hear the affirmations of my hypnotic program over the sound system of the Fire Valkyrie. It is telling me to take deep breaths and relax as I approach the moon and land. I ignore the part about having a space suit on and I just get out of the ship. I know it is a dream, so I don't need any such things as space suits. I walk around on the moon for a bit, I can still hear the affirmations in my head. That's when I notice something wrong with them. The affirmations are telling me I am worthless and that I might as well just stay in bed all day, it's not worth getting up. Those aren't antidepressant affirmations, they are clearly meant to make depression worse. I wonder if I have been totally ripped off when I bought the program. Well it was only $1, so I can't feel too ripped off… but I don't want to be using such trash. So I think maybe I can wake myself up by going to my own room and waking my sleeping body up. I open a portal and go into my room where I see myself sleeping. My earphones are in place, but there are two men, one on either side of my bed, whispering the negative affirmations. It's not my hypnosis program that was giving me negative affirmations… it's those stupid assholes. I ask them what they think they're doing, and they seem surprised to see me. One of them says I'm not supposed to know how to astral travel, I tell him it works fine in a lucid dream state… now they have ten seconds to leave my sight before this particular dream turns into a nightmare for them. They transform into Templar guards from the game Assassin's Creed II, the brute type which I have the most trouble with.

      I comment that apparently they have chosen for this to become a nightmare. I form my Witchblade armor and sword just as they attack me. The armor is able to block their attacks, though it still knocks me down. One of them says it is might nightmare and pulls out something hair and throws it to me. It is my cat, Midna… and they have killed her! She is all bloody and mangled! That does it. Before they even know what happened I have cut both of them down. Apparently they didn't realize how pissed off I would be when I saw my cat. After the shock of it wears off I remember that it is just a dream and that is not really Midna. There are two dead Templars on the floor in my room… but one of them is still wiggling a bit. I really don't care. I telekinetically throw them both through my window which has turned into a portal that leads… well I don't know where it leads… but again I don't care. I look at my dead cat and think after pulling a stunt like that the portal can lead to the Dark Realm for all I care. I see my real cat lying beside me on my bed. She is looking at me. I reach to pet her but I find I can't actually touch her. Then I wake up next to her and start petting her.

      With a Betrayer
      I am in a small apartment with my former boyfriend James, but in the dream it seems we never broke up and are now living together. We are both in the bedroom talking about playing Assassin's Creed, it seems James thinks it is a stupid game. I tell him he doesn't have to play it. When he says he doesn't want me playing it I get annoyed and I tell him I'll play whatever games I like, he can play whatever games he likes. He asks if there isn't something else I'd rather play like Oblivion or Skyrim. I tell him I'll play those in good time, but right now I'm playing Assassin's Creed… and why should he have a problem with that? He says it is a stupid game. I blurt out that he is being stupid. And I'm not going to change what games I play according to what he wants. He says then stop dreaming about Templars. I tell him I'll dream about whatever I want to as well. And if that's to dream about Assassin's Creed then that's what I'll dream about. I ask what's gotten into him, thinking he is acting really strange. I change the subject and say we should get pizza for dinner. He says we should skip dinner and go straight for dessert. I say if it's chocolate cake he has a deal. He announces that he is horny and wants to fuck. I tell him he has gotten me out of the mood… he's going to have to get me back in the mood. He says I'm not worth that much trouble. I tell him then he can fuck himself. He says he thought he could get one final fuck before I was taken away. Taken away by who? He opens the door of the apartment and I see three men standing there, and my first thought is that they are real world Templars. James says he's sorry, he had no choice, confirming he has betrayed me. So I knee him in the balls really hard and tell him he may never fuck again. James doubles over in pain, the three guys come in and grab me. I find out I can fight with the skill of Ziva David off of NCIS which clearly takes the Templars by surprise even as I surprise myself.

      So I proceed to kick all three of their asses, kicking a gun out of one of their hands when he tries to draw the weapon on me. I leave the apartment through the back entrance where I spot another couple Templars guarding the rear. Apparently they really don't want me to leave. There's just the two of them, so I take them by surprise and kick their asses in Ziva David style. A third one off to the side says he could just put a bullet in my head. I tell him to go ahead and do that… If I'm not tethered to a body I'll be in the dream state permanently and I'll be their worst nightmare. He does not shoot, but he looks frustrated. I tell him I knew he wasn't quite that stupid. I leave the place, not sure where to go now since I don't want to go back to my mom's place followed by a bunch of Templars. I am deciding where to go when I wake up.

      Driving Me Crazy
      I am in a car dealership looking for a new car. There are sales people all around me trying to sell me a car. I wonder why I am even looking for a new car since I have a perfectly good car already, and it's even paid for. People around me are arguing that I need fuel efficiency… no, I need safety… no, I need something economical. People are telling me to buy a hybrid… no buy an SUV… no buy an electric car… buy this… buy that… I am thinking that I am unemployed, there's no way I would qualify to buy a vehicle of any kind, certainly not a new one. My mom is there with me telling me I need to choose something low price since I have no job. I tell her I don't really want a new car. I'm fine with the one I have. She doesn't seem to believe me and brings over a salesman who is talking about buying a Fiat.

      It is a tiny little car that probably gets great mileage but it has only two seats. My mom says it's not like I have a lot of friends anyway. I tell her again that I don't want a new car. She says of course I do and then starts trying to sell me the car as much as any of the salespeople. I remind her that I can't afford a car. She doesn't seem to know what to say. I tell the salesman I am unemployed, and he responds by walking away to a more promising customer. I think this is all really strange so I finally think to do a reality check. I am dreaming. Why am I dreaming about people trying to sell me a car? Are they beaming commercials into people's dreams now? I take to flying, commenting to a nearby pushy salesman that I don't need a car… I'll just fly where I need to go. My mom tells me to come back down right now, but I ignore her and fly up over Tucson. I think I'd like to go visit my friend Alicia, but I'm not sure if she's home or at work right now… I figure I'll check at her home and then at work. I fly in the direction I think Alicia's house is in, hoping I won't miss it since I'm not used to seeing it from the sky. I am getting quite exhilarated from flying but that wakes me up.

      Updated 12-29-2012 at 10:19 PM by 27700

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid
    8. Hypnotic Princess

      by , 06-16-2012 at 06:07 PM (The Dream Magic Experiment)
      The word princess appearing. Someone was using hypnosis. We're in V. Mapa. "She" tried to control another. The name Raul and Rob.

      A room. A CR. People talking about a company, asking them about MLM.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    9. Hungergames? :O May 15th 2012

      by , 05-15-2012 at 06:19 AM (The weird dreams of Appe96)
      Notes Dream Lucid

      Fragment 1: I was in this hotel, talking to some ladies. It seems that they got their style from 1940 or something.We were talking about hypnosis and some animals, I think :S

      Dream 1:I was in a forest, with a group of people. We were returning home after, we had accomplished a goal/objective. "Home" was the place that we spent the time waiting for objectives.It actually kind of looked like my classroom :S There was a vote on who would get killed, and it happend to be my Patrik, my classmate . He was the "Captain" of our team, wich means that he was the leader of the group.

      The fact that he got killed meant, that we had to get a new leader. Our techer would choose one while we was asleep, and then get the news ay dawn. Guess who became the captain?

      When I got the news, I actually got kind of shocked. I said: "I can't be a leader, I'm bad at leading people!" but my teacher said that it was to late to switch captain.

      We got our objective, wich was running throu the forest, and past all obsticals. We started to run the designated path.
      It's around here were I wake up.

      Dream 2: I had missed the buss, so I was walking to the next busstop. When I finally reached the busstop, I saw Sofia and Sara. One of them is my neighbour, and one of them is my classmate. They were waiting on the buss, but debated if they would take the buss that goes in 5 minutes, or the next one.

      Finally me and them got on to the buss, that were coming in 5 minutes. The thing is tho that they kind of dissapeard. Now I saw Patrik and a 5 years old on the buss. He was telling the kid that it was childish to eat bananaskidz( a type of candy)
      This is where the dream ends.
    10. Hypnotic Night Terror

      by , 09-28-2011 at 08:46 PM
      Last night I induced sleep paralysis. I went into the state more quickly than I usually do and I was praying in my head. The more I prayed, the more waves of buzzing sensations coursed through me. Normally I enjoy sleep paralysis episodes, but this one made me anxious. I couldn't loosen up or let my mind settle.

      Eventually I fell asleep and had quite a few dreams but the last one I remember clearly.

      I was in my room and there was a guy with me. He was shining a red lazer in my eyes and saying he was going to control me like this. I closed my eyes to prevent this but I could still see the light through my lids. So I took a magazine and shielded my face with it. I could still see the red light! The guy was becoming more angry with me and pushed me to the floor.

      I struggled with him and rolled over, straddling him. I took the lazer from him and shined it in his eyes. I kept screaming "Shut up!", over and over at him. He shut up. I had somewhat control of him. He was still gripping my arms tightly so I chanted "Let me go!" over and over as well. He let me go.

      I crawled off him and kicked him aside. He was dazed and his expression blank. His skin began to change. He grew deformed. His eyes were gone and he looked like a skeleton with a film of old orangey macaroni and cheese all over him. I freaked out and tried to escort him out of my room.

      He stopped at the doorway and shook out of his daze. "What happened?" he asked.

      I pushed him out completely and told him to go look at himself in the bathroom mirror. He did and I shut my door. I could hear him screaming and wailing and breaking things. Since my room doesn't have a lock I had to lean against it in order for him not to break in and he tried that. He pounded on my door and screamed, threatening to kill me.

      Eventually he left but the pounding on the door came back. It was my little brother. He wanted to be let in because the guy was after him too. I let my brother in and shut the door behind him. The deformed guy attempted to break in again. My brother wasn't scared or vulnerable like he usually is in my dreams, he wanted to kill him.

      That's where the dream ended. I woke up breathing very hard.
    11. polar bear mesmerism; canal and plane crash

      by , 08-19-2011 at 01:00 PM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was in an audience, probably on the far left side, a few rows back from the front, in a zoo-theatre. On the stage were two workers, one at the front of the stage and one at the back. The one at the back of the stage wore a white jumpsuit and cap and may have been mopping the floor. The one at the front stood before two "polar bears."

      The two "bears" stood up and were on the right (my right) side of the stage. The stood next to each other, side to side, so that it was hard for me to see the one in the back. The one toward the front, however, did not look much like a real polar bear, but like a mix between a polar bear and the huge, shaggy dog on Sesame Street. It was all shaggy, and its face, except a huge, black nose, was covered over with shaggy fur.

      It was like I had come in in the middle of the worker's act. He was telling everybody how he could freeze a polar bear so that it wouldn't hurt him, even when he got close to it. He was now standing right in front of the front polar bear (which towered over him), repeating the words, "Don't move, don't move." He may also have been stroking the bear's right arm.

      The bear didn't move, and it only seemed to be slightly annoyed by the zoo worker. The zoo-worker then said that this was all a matter of training, and that on some days the training still didn't work. So it was kind of a dangerous thing to do.

      The bear now turned toward us in the audience. I was now in the very front row, on the very far right side, very close to the front polar bear. The bear, turning to us, made a weird motion with his arms, like a magician's gesture, and made a "sshha!" sound, which was also supposed to be magic.

      Nobody reacted to the bear. I don't think anybody knew or cared what it was doing. But I understood. The bear wanted to hypnotize and freeze somebody else. He wanted the hypnotizing relationship to be reciprocal, so that he could feel he had a little control over the situation. So I did my best to act hypnotized and frozen, to make the polar bear feel good.

      The worker was now over at the left side of the stage. He lifted a baby polar bear out of something like a cradle or one of those clear hospital beds for newborns. The baby bear looked like an actual animal. But it was long and greyish, like a seal, with arms and legs like a polar bear.

      The worker said the baby bear was just at the beginning of its training, so that the worker's ability to freeze the baby bear would be less predictable. But the worker thought he could do it. But as soon as he tried, the baby bear took a swipe with his sharp claws at the worker's mouth.

      The worker said, "Whoa!" and put the baby bear back in its bed. He then told the audience, "Yeah, I don't think we can do it today. The baby bear isn't being agreeable."

      Dream #2

      I, possibly as someone else, was in a small boat in something like a Venetian (?) canal at night. I saw myself as if from behind and separated by ten meters or so.

      The canal was much wider than usual, and it was in the midst of a town that looked almost as if it were made only of wooden frames and scaffolding. The whole thing was very still, and it was lit from above with something like stage lights.

      My small boat was close to a small, wooden dock, at which knelt a kind of young, handsome, Arabic man. The man had a moderate mustache and a slightly stubbly face. He wore robes and a small, wrapped headdress. He had given me some kind of advice, which I accepted. I was now rowing, or simply drifting, away in my boat.

      I was now in an airplane, possibly with my brother. The plane was crashing into the ocean, not far from some small island.

      There was some kind of narration over the event, possibly as a memory from a female passenger. She said something about how everybody was acting okay as the plane crashed. But, she said, once the plane flipped upside-down, it was extremely difficult for everybody to stay composed. It was even painful.

      I hadn't remembered the plane flipping over. I thought, Is that really how it's going to happen? I don't know if I can take it!

      But the plane flipped over and crashed into the water. As it flipped over and crashed, I seemed to be separated from the whole situation, as if only imagining in my head all the different painful possibilities of being flipped upside-down in an airplane, crashing my head against the ceiling, etc.

      There was a lot of panicked feeling, but it all kind of faded away. The scene faded into my brother and I floating in the boat on the canal. We had drifted out toward the center of the canal. We sat up and began rowing our way back to the sides.

      There had been some huge storm and flood in the canal. My brother and I had barely survived. But the water levels were now back to normal. Things were calm.

      We were rowing our way to a portion of the canal that was light with morning light, not dark, like the previous portion of canal (still) was. We rowed in the water between two long, wooden docks. On the platform at the end of and between the two docks stood the Arabic man. I realized that the advice this man had given me had saved me and my brother.

      I somehow left my brother on the front end of the left dock. I rowed back toward the end.

      I approached the man. He either reached out or bent over to help me up to the dock. He also had an object in his hand. It looked like some kind of NERF toy. It was a hot-pink circle outline against a black circle of fabric, like some kind of pad for catching velcro balls.

      I was very grateful for the man's advice. I wanted to prove it in a really personal way. So I asked the man, "How do you say 'thank you' in Arabic?"

      The man asked, "Arabic?" He stood up and looke a little confused, maybe even uneasy. I noticed that a couple other men were with the Arabic man. They were all doing some kind of work in the city behind them. The city may have been white stone buildings or more of the wood-frame structures. The whole scene was bathed in gentle, yellow sunlight.

      I was worried the man wasn't Arabic. But he finally answered something like, "Meretas," or, "Muhretas."

      I was still in the boat, rowing back toward the front of the dock. The man walked alongside me, or a little behind, on the left (as I had approached them) dock. The man and I were discussing something.

      I was working a little too hard to make the man feel at ease. I still felt like I had somehow offended him by asking him how to say "thank you" in Arabic. I felt like he now also regarded me suspiciously. I was trying to prove I wasn't suspicious.
    12. Possible Dream Guide and Fragments for June 18 2011

      by , 06-19-2011 at 04:07 PM (Sailing the Noosphere)
      1. I'm walking through a sun-speckled woodland on a wide blacktop path, and the way is quite peaceful and warm. Out of the woods comes an oddly attractive figure, a six-armed lizardwoman. She starts to walk beside me and introduces herself as a "mover and shaker" who has time-traveled from close to the end of civilization. As she continues to speak, I realize that she's really rather amoral but is very intelligent, and I'm drawn to her. As we reach the end of the path, I ask her for her name: she smiles and replies, "Fukiyume."

      Note: When I woke up, I did some searching on that name. The compound "Fukiyume" is meaningless, adopted only once as a username on an obscure Italian forum. However, both "Fuki" and "Yume" are legitimate Japanese words. "Fuki" refers to a shoot vegetable, and "Yume"... means "dream!" I was certainly unaware of that consciously, but I've seen enough anime (including Ghost Hound) to possibly have it in the subconscious. I'll have to see if this DC appears again.

      2. I'm on the highway entrance ramp near my house, phoning my mom who's in a car on the exit ramp. We're trying to coordinate our Father's Day shopping, with little success.

      3. I'm at the clinic of a smiling doctor whose specialty is urology, waiting for some routine procedure. Across from the waiting lobby is a banner that morphs according to the type of surgery he's performing at the time. Eventually the banner shifts to tell me it's my time, and I go to an operating room that looks like a bathroom from my old house. I'm allowed to select my own anesthesia, and I try for a hypnosis MP3. The one I pick has a very creep female hypnotist, however, and I'm unable to trance as I start to panic about the knife's cut.