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    1. 7 April - A night of low lucidity and insomnia

      by , 04-30-2021 at 02:01 AM
      1st time being lucid 2 times per night!

      comment non-lucid semi/questioning lucid

      Waking up at 10:00 (falling asleep around 5). Journaling 3 dream fragments.
      Some problems with sleeping. 10:50 postman.

      Hill and a subway
      I am hiking to some hill and I take the subway on my way back. I am worried that I fail to get off at the correct station.

      FA1
      I am in some room, in a guest house, after coming back from the hike. It's the morning and I am putting on a long canvas dress, even though it looks weird and it is cold.

      FA2
      I am again in some kind of accommodation (possibly the same as in the previous dream) but the room is different. I really want to sleep but I am worried that it's too late and I don't know when the checkout time is. Then there is R and he is not worried at all. He offers me some breakfast cereals. I remember I've already eaten them and threw away the box (IRL). I am thinking that he probably hid/put aside some of them. I want him to find out when the checkout is.

      FA3
      I am again in the same room but this time, I am sleeping on a mattress on the ground, close to the bed from the previous dream. R is next to me, taking too much space and waking me up and I am mad because I want to sleep. Then I remember that we actually sleep somewhere else, so I should get enough sleep, even though I am not sleeping here.
      Then the dream shifts to some time later and we are getting up. R is sitting on the mattress. I say "this is a FA" and do a nose-plug RC. I can breathe. But I am still confused and I can't see well. I ignore R (he doesn't exist anyway) and have the idea to find my glasses, maybe they help me with my vision. I go to the bed from FA2, trying to find them. I find it fascinating that I can be dreaming and moving at once. It's like I think I am sort of sleepwalking and the bed from FA2 is my real bed and my body is my real body. I find the glasses but I don't use them - I am thinking that this all is creating in my head so it would be pointless to try to wear the glasses.
      I go to the window, thinking about jumping out and flying. But what if this is reality?
      I go to the door and suddenly, my vision is much better and not blurry at all. I think I woke up (in my sleepwalking body). I do the nose-plug RC again and I can breathe, so I relax. I notice R is watching me and feel bad for ignoring him. I tell him that this is a FA and because he saw me doing the nose-plug RC, I try to show him finger-in-palm RC but it doesn't go through. I try it again, really believing it can go through, but nothing. I think I am really bad at this.
      I finally remember my goal to pass through a wall. But there is no point in trying to go through a wall if I can't make my finger go through my palm.

      I wake up. DEILD attempt failed.

      Time: 12:40
      I can't sleep. Some unstable minidreams.

      MiniWILD
      I can't sleep and I am feeling earthquake-like vibrations. It's annoying because I want to sleep but I am familiar with them and prepare for a separation attempt.
      I stay at our garden door. I slowly sit down, remembering that I need to take things slowly and slowly try to separate. Then I realize I am not in my bed anymore, which means I am already separated.
      The dream collapses.
      Then there is another wave of vibrations. But nothing afterwards.
      I can't sleep...

      I wake up at 13:25, I want to get up. I take another cushion, put my glasses on, trying to find the will for journaling my dreams. But I feel too tired. I put the glasses away and close my eyes... ten more minutes... or maybe a WILD? Falling asleep feels easy.

      PseudoWILD
      I watch HI and daydream a little bit, interacting with the HI and dreamlets.
      At one moment, I notice there is instrumental music in the background. I realize it is in my head and not outside, so I could use it to get into the dream. I focus on the music, trying to raise the volume.
      Through small gaps in my eyes, I start to see a room. It works. But it fades a little bit and I feel my body in the bed (dream body, dream bed). I focus again and I can almost see through my eyes but also not really. I have the idea that my dream eyes are closed and I try to open them. It works. I close my eyes and open them again and my vision is very good.
      I get up, slowly, worried about the stability of the dream, but it's fine and I walk a bit. I am in an unknown room, my dream bed is there and another bed/sofa. And R is here, I bump into him on my way to the door. He blocks my way out, I almost pass through him but not fully. I tell him "you are just a DC, you don't exist" (really meaning "you shouldn't be blocking my way"). He says nothing.
      I take his hand, leading him to the sofa, sitting next to him. He now looks like my brother, J. I say "and that's why you look like J". I feel sorry for him but skip to the only idea I have how to use this dream. "Do you want to have sex?" I ask. He is silent. "Do you want to do something else?" He shakes his head and gives me and an empty look.


      I wake up. The time is 1:51. Interestingly, I feel well and not tired anymore.

      Notes:
      - I struggle with fake insomnia. It can manifest as dreams about not being able to sleep (as above) or I can be in a conscious NREM sleep while thinking I am awake. Basically, my ability to tell the difference between conscious NREM and being awake is almost non-existent.
      - I can't tell if the pseudoWILD was WILD or not. I obviously dreamed most of the "transition". What I perceived as my bed and my body was a dream bed and a dream body (most probably). I can't tell if the music was a HH (then it would count as a confused WILD, I guess) or if it was a part of the dream (so technically not a WILD). But if I lost my self-awareness, I was out for a minute or two, probably not much more. The whole thing took between 20 and 25 minutes.
    2. 4 April - Exploring a mysterious research facility

      by , 04-24-2021 at 12:09 AM
      comment lucid non-lucid

      VILD during a late WBTW. Visualizing something about an old woman who would teach me visualization. I think she is my dream guide because it was my subconscious filling in her look. I want to meet her in a dream one day.
      I am losing it, my minds wander through short daydreams, dreamy thoughts and minidreams.

      Rose Garden
      In my childhood garden, I am thinking about where to plant roses.

      A shitty dream sign
      I am in my grandmother's house, with my husband, in her bed. I notice he has something brown on his green fleece jacket and it is poop, stuck to his jacket in several places on his back!
      I call my mum but I can't scream, so I tell him to call her. She comes and takes the jacket and tries to clean it.
      I talk with her about how she got a water tap to this room (it isn't there IRL). She tells me to think. I realize there always was a water pipe on the other side of the wall. But I don't understand why the water pipe leads through a wardrobe.
      I think about how my husband was able to get the poop all over his jacket. How was he able to do it? And how was he positioned in the litter tray?

      I realize it is my cat usually having these problems, not my husband!
      I am waking up from the dream but I feel relaxed. There will be another dream soon.

      Exploring a mysterious research facility
      I am lying on a floor, it's made of beige tiles, cold and sloping down from me. I realize this is my dream body lying there, feeling this, and I am lucid! I am worried about the dream not being stable yet but I try to slide down the slope, head first. But I have some clothing under me, preventing this. I return to my original position, worrying about moving my real body if I do something too radical.
      Then I decide this is stable enough and movement helps to stabilize anyway, so I adjust my clothing, sit, and slide down the slope, gaining speed on my way down.
      Under the slope, I stand in a corridor. There are two doors, partially open. I choose the way directly forward but can't stop thinking about the other door. What was there?
      Behind the door, there is another corridor and some cabinets with drawers. It feels like some (old/socialist/east European) research facility or a similar institution (imagine tiled floor, wood veneer on furniture, and that ugly yellow waterproof paint on the walls). I open some of the drawers, they are very detailed but empty.
      There are more doors and I have to choose again. I feel a presence behind one of those doors and get worried about someone finding me here. I quickly progress away from this presence and suppress the thought.
      Another door and I can hear some people and smell food. Great, I think, an opportunity to taste some food in a LD.
      It looks like a cafe. They have some deep-fried stuff and some big fried balls, maybe eggs. I ask if I can get something and they tell me to wait in line.
      I start remembering that I was just sleeping and only have my sleeping clothes and no money with me. That sounds like a problem. I have an idea to check my pockets but no money they - only an old, used, paper tissue. I try again and try to really believe that I have money but again, nothing there.
      It's my turn and I say that I want something to eat but have no money. They obviously think I am crazy. I ask them if they can give me something again but people around laugh, thinking I am some poor student.
      I leave the room, feeling embarrassed. Isn't it stupid, that I have to pay in my own dream?
      I try spinning around to leave the scene and change the scenery but I only crash into an automatic door and hurt my arms. Which is even more embarrassing.
      Then there is a huge hall, like a railway station or something like that. There are people - many of them - hurrying somewhere, everyone going somewhere and there's too many of them and I am still disoriented after crashing into that door and I don't know what to do.
      Suddenly, there is my ex, S. He says: "You are someone I used to have sex with a lot" and I say "You are someone I used to have sex with a lot" too and we hug and start to make out.
      I tell him "this is my dream" and he says "no, this is my dream". I say "I don't believe in shared dreaming" and I think that means that one of us has to be lying. And it has to be him because I know I am dreaming. Or is it possible to be in someone else's dream? What if this is really his dream and this is the reason why I lack control?
      I notice that his face has changed. His hairs are now short and his face is different. And he feels like someone else. Is this some shared dreaming trick? I ask him why is he looking different.

      I wake up.
    3. 17 March - We miss you, Grandma

      by , 04-17-2021 at 12:52 AM
      comment non-lucid lucid something else

      11 am - accepting a package from a courier, using the bathroom
      after 11 - MILD mantra, MILD visualization, continuing with VILD but my brain doesn't cooperate and I can't get it going. 2 fast cycles of SSILD but I can't focus anymore.
      My brain continues to VILD on its own and doesn't want to go to sleep - there some part-visualization/part-dreams.

      Formula1 racer
      I am talking to someone who is a Formula1 racer.
      I can't tell if this was a visualization/daydream or a dream. I think I was still active in it but the subconscious was doing a large part.

      Very friendly girl
      Suddenly a scene appeared. I was sitting behind a table and a girl with brown hair came and sat against me. I was holding a book and she asked if I didn't mind that the authors aren't lucid enough. I answered that I could understand for some of them but not the creative ones (or something like that, it didn't make much sense/was based on false knowledge). Then she got closer to me and started kissing me. I was screaming "this is a dream, this is a dream" in my head but nothing happened and it ended as suddenly as it started.
      It felt more like a dreamlet than a dream. That dream feeling just wasn't there. But it was too sophisticated and too long to be a dreamlet. I don't know. Certainly not a fully formed normal dream.

      I can't fall asleep.
      Checking the time, it's 12 am.
      Desperate, I ask my subconscious to just let me sleep.
      I think there was some NREM sleep after this. Nothing conscious.

      We miss you, Grandma
      There is a scene forming around me. I see it forming and my first thought is "I am not visualizing this" and the second "this has to be a dream".
      I sit on a bed in a room with the bed, a table and kitchen cabinets. It is supposed to be my first adulthood flat but it looks more like my childhood home. Everything is extremely blurry and quite dark but I can feel it is stable. I touch the bed and feel the texture and the vision gets slightly better, there are two very blurry circular spots in my vision.
      There is my dead great-grandmother next to me so I think at least use this low-quality dream to hug her. I hug her and tell her "I love you very much and we miss you, grandma". She strokes my hair and says "My IndigoRose". I ask her if she liked how my grandmother (her daughter) refurbished the flat. She said she liked it but was worried about her. And we talk about my grandmother getting old.
      Then I go to the kitchen sink (which is also a toilet?) and help with washing some vegetables there.
      It gets blurry again and I touch a chair and feel the grain of the wood. It helps but my vision is weird - with vertical strips of blurriness and with gaps. Slowly, it gets better but I am confused, forgetting where I am. I say "this is still a dream", actually realizing that and clearing my confusion. There is my brother on the bed and because he has heard me, I repeat "this is a dream" but he stares at me blankly and says nothing. I show him a finger in the palm RC but it doesn't work, my finger doesn't go through. I laugh but I still know it is a dream. I do nose plug RC and I can breathe easily. I tell him: "You see, I can breathe" but he is not impressed.
      There is a woman sitting on a chair next to the door, she is supposed to be a family member but I don't know which one. She has a big black spot on her face and I wonder if dreams do that.
      I don't know what to do, I am thinking about jumping from the window and flying and I expect to fall and wake up and decide that this dream isn't good for trying it. I am also thinking "what if this is real?".
      Then I hear my nose wheezing IRL and I expect to lose the dream but it is still stable. I try to clear my nose which I can do and the dream is still holding. But my real nose is still wheezing. I am annoyed by this dream and decide to wake up.

      Which I wanted to do anyway in one of my dreams to prove my lucidity to myself. So at least this is one goal done.
    4. 9 March - Finally a Lucid!

      by , 04-15-2021 at 12:20 AM
      comment non-lucid lucid

      After waking up, falling asleep doing SSILD cycles.

      I am still doing SSILD. I can see a little bit through my eyelids, just a little bit of light, blue sky with clouds and some grass. I am in my childhood town, close to my childhood home. I am afraid I am waking up too much, ruining the SSILD! I have the idea to use movement to transition to the dream. I imagine walking and then running to a nearby forest. As I gain speed, the forest around me materializes.
      I stop and shout "I did it!" and the whole scene gets wobbly and slightly blurry. I quickly touch the ground, there are stones, dirt and leaves. I am surprised how realistic it is, thinking that people were right about this.
      I remember my husband - I have to tell him when I am back IRL.
      I am thinking about what to do and think of flying but I remember I wanted to try to do RCs in a dream, to see how they feel in a dream.
      For some reason, I completely forget the RCs and continue through the forest until I am on the other side of it. There are some kids. I try to fly but it doesn't work so I change it into a sort of jump but it still looks embarrassing.
      Then I am on a crossroad and the path I wanted to take is closed, probably because of covid and I suddenly have a bike. There are some locals and they look friendly. I 'remember' there should be a path under a house, leading where I want to go. I go there and there are more kids but these are not friendly and they tell their boss about me. I ignore them and continue but then the boss appears and I tell him that I wanted my bike (which was left behind).
      I remember my lucid dreaming skills and try to impress the gang kids, I try to levitate a twig above my hand. On the first try, it doesn't work, on my second try, it levitates 5cm above my hand and it looks like I cheated, throwing it up a bit. The kids are not impressed.
      I talk to the boss, asking him what he wants for the bike and for letting me go. I mention gingerbread from a secret source of it, deep in the forest
      (in my native language, gingerbread is slang for meth but we are talking about the baked type ). It's a secret location only I know and I supplied gingerbread to him from there before. It is a really good gingerbread, he can bake his own, but this one is much better.
      He is unsure about it. Gingerbread on its own isn't enough, he wants me to show him the location. I agree to go there with him at night, so nobody else sees us. At the same time, I am scared because I realize that what I said was based on a false dream memory and I actually don't know where the secret location is.
      Then he tells me something about lemon gingerbread from his grandmother that was almost as good as the gingerbread from Lidl.


      I had my doubts about this dream. The lucidity was very low, at its minimum in the middle of the dream, maybe even not there for some moments. I was also worried that it could be simulated lucidity but I analyzed my thoughts in the dream (like remembering my husband or realizing about the false memory) and I believe this was true LD.
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    5. lucid a little bit lucid

      by , 03-08-2021 at 11:34 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      I remember having some vivid dreams but I forget some of them.

      Lucid 1

      Don't remember where it started but I was lucid in a city or something. I was flying/floating around. Decided to look for Jamie. I started shouting her name to see if anyone knew her. The dream went all black. Think I DEILDed back into a dream. I was in an electronics store or something. I turned a corner and almost saw Jamie sitting at a counter. My vision got distorted and started fadeing out again. I grabbed hold of the metal shelf In front of me. I was stuck there feeling the metal for a bit eventually the room started to get brighter But I couldn't turn to the desk where Jamie was. It started fading again so I decided to lick the metal, to incorporate more sense into the dream. I remember tasting it but fully fell out of the dream.

      Bus

      I had a FA on some bus. A bunch of people were yelling that the driver was going the wring way. I looked out the window, and saw we were on a big hill, like the ones you see in Kamloops BC. I went up to the driver and asked him why weren't going the normal route, "Don't worry," He said, "You won't remember any of this." I went to the back of the bus to tell the people were had been kidnapped. I wondered what the driver meant. Was he gonna take us somewhere where tests or something would be done to us and then our memories would be wiped? I tried to speak but my jaw was frozen. I tried speaking for a few minutes but woke up.

      2nd lucid

      Became lucid after some other dreams. I was at a house party. There was a man who was glowing and seemed aware. I asked him if he was a lucid dreamer. He said he was. And then changed his face into something alien and very colorful. HArd to describe some of the visual changes I saw, I was pretty impressed when the dream ended.

      Jamie again.

      Just hearing her voice Saying my name As I was waking up. Although I'm not sure if i actually remember what her actual voice sounds like.
    6. Partially lucid Medieval dream

      by , 02-28-2021 at 10:48 AM
      I had my first partially lucid dream - I was aware I was dreaming, and able to change the initial scene. However the DC's seemed to be more in control - They seemed to be pulling the strings more than I was.

      I had been captured by a group of men who kept lots of women in cages. I was allowed to roam around, but a man used a noose to wrap around my arms and pull me up some stairs so I was on the top floor. (I initially freaked out, thinking the noose was for my neck, but he told me it was to carry me via my arms!) I remember it felt very strange, like a floating sensation when I was dragged upwards.
      When I was up on the top floor, all the DC's were wearing cloaks until they showed themselves. (I would say again and again that this was a dream, and rub my hands together. But I couldn't gain a control over the scene.) And the men wanted to have sex, and were very forceful with their demands.
    7. 01/14/21: The Curious Case of Hayley Williams (The YA/Teen Story Arc Lives!)

      by , 01-16-2021 at 12:42 AM (Journal #86)
      1/13: The dream I had was one of the more colorful ones I've had in a while, continuing the trend of dreams trying to show me ideas for my writing YA/teen lit since winter 2011-spring 2012. This has been the trend since a dream I had on September 6, 2019 where some recurring dream characters over the years started to become younger and colorful, like a few dreams I had between 2012 and 2016.

      This time, I found myself in what appeared to be a cross between a middle or high school's library and a Barnes & Noble surrounded by children and teenagers between the ages of 12 to at least 17, and it seemed as if they were leaving when I hear music in the key of F minor, and being sung in a pitch-perfectly haunting style, by a teenage girl that appeared to be a fan of American singer-songwriter and Paramore frontwoman Hayley Williams, even down, eerily, to the dyed red-orange hair; except, unlike Hayley, this character's eyes were brown. If the setting were a library, I would say that it was kind of a mix between the ones at Oberlin (formerly Daniels, thanks to an unfortunate event in the news in May 2020) Middle and Southeast Raleigh Magnet High in Raleigh, NC. If the setting were in a mall, I would probably say that it eerily resembled the Barnes & Noble at the Triangle Town Center, also in Raleigh, as it's on the top floor of the mall. I even noticed some lost characters from dreams from most of the spring of 2020 to at least October 18th and 25th walking out of the place after the beautiful singing from the redheaded girl.

      I couldn't tell if the girl was trying to sing like Williams or even Canadian singer-songwriters Avril Lavigne or Felicia "Fefe" Dobson, either, as they have distinct, completely different singing voices. I believe her voice was a little smaller than those three. Come to think of it, I think it sounded like a cross between voice actresses Veronica Taylor, Tara Strong and Nancy Cartwright; I have a memory of a dream from either 1990 or 1991 that had a screaming voice that sounded like a mix between the character Cartwright voices on The Simpsons for 32 years, Bart, and Nick from the 1989 Disney film Honey, I Shrunk the Kids, portrayed by Robert Olivieri, but my four or five-year-old self was too young to process what was going on at the time.

      I am also no stranger to dreams of girl characters that think they're Hayley Williams of Paramore. The earliest I can remember my first dream of a character like that was either in 2008-09 or 2009-10, where it was set in a school with creepy 8-bit Nintendo Entertainment System/Game Boy-like music playing in the background as I saw a bad day at school in the eyes of a teenage character that had the unfortunate honor of being sent to detention, and in the room where it was held was a girl with that trademark dyed red-orange hair. The last time I saw a character like that was in 2016, the year my grandmother on my mom's side unfortunately passed. That girl had turquoise hair in at least two dreams. She never showed up again after that. The dream character with the turquoise/hot magenta-colored hair from another entry from December 2019 may have been also been inspired by her, but she didn't sing or apparently have any spoken lines, either.

      Like I've said before, I don't have a problem with dreams that provide ideas for writing teen lit/young-adult fiction. I couldn't get anything done most of 2020 due to stress and anxiety over COVID-19, the news, etc., and I'll try to change that for 2021. -WM86/DFW
    8. Lucid Fragments and The Answer

      by , 12-21-2020 at 01:25 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/20/20

      Lucid fragments

      I am laying in bed and G pops her head around the corner and asks me if we have a t-shirt with the word NASA on it. Cause someone is here who wants it back. I know immediately this is a dream and tell her no one is here because I am dreaming. I nosepinch and affirm it.

      Several times I start to wake up and partially open my eyes to see my bedroom and re-enter the dream with a nosepinch.

      One of the times I pop back into a bedroom which is larger than my own and I gather I am in a large house. There is a girl in the room who looks like Amanda Seyfried who is fawning for me. I understand I am not supposed to be there and her father is in the house looking for me. So I wander through some rooms and find myself in a large walk-in closet, the dream starts to collapse several times so I rub my hands together to bring it back. I am in the closet so I reach out to feel the clothes hanging up to get a tactile sensation making the dream more anchored. I notice there is a makeup vanity set up in the corner of the dark walk in closet. She slips in the closet and kisses me a few times as her father draws nearer, she then walks out to distract him while I hide in the large dark closet.

      Starting to wake up again I nosepinch and re-enter another dream. I am in my bedroom again and there are 2 random people in the room. I know this isn't real because I'm quarantined and don't have company. They disappear and I sit up to start talking to the dream. I say 'I am aware I am dreaming', I nosepinch again and the dream gets clearer. Everything is very bright crisp and the layout to my room is slightly different than IWL. I say out loud 'I know I am dreaming right now, I am listening, show me what I need to see' I look around and partially notice a couple attachable lamps/mini electric devices hanging from my bed frame. I say again, 'I am listening, show me' and suddenly the two devices light up with life and begin buzzing around my head like small single propeller drones. One of them hovers inches from my face looking directly at me. I am cautious in the first instant but immediately calm myself acknowledging this is the dream communicating with me.

      It is a white plastic device which has a rounded cone end like the tip of a rocket and buzzing propeller blades which keep it aloft. I calmly watch it for a few seconds while the second one buzzes around to the right of me. I say 'Hello, show me what I need to know' it hovers bouncing inches from my face for almost 30 seconds with no indication of changing. I repeat again, 'I am watching, show me' I feel the dream start to collapse but maintain the awareness by feeling the sheets in my hands without changing my vision. It flies over to the second one on the right of me. I look down my bed and see the two of them circling each other like small bats in flight. They are pointing towards my stack of books at the foot of my bed, flying towards them then away in a "Look here" type manner. The dream fades and I awake in my dark bedroom.

      Note: there are ~50 books stacked against my bookcase at the foot of my bed from a library sale last year, perhaps my answer is in here?

      Updated 12-21-2020 at 03:31 AM by 51110

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      lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    9. Funny

      by , 12-14-2020 at 08:30 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Spock

      Just had a dream about Spock. He was in a room and smoking from a bong. That's all i recall. This is just after i watched the TOS episode where they pick up a bunch of annoying hippies.

      Jamie

      just a dream where i ran into her and she wasn't herself. She wouldn't talk to me or anything. Then i was going all over the city looking for her but she wasn't around.

      Lucid

      Was in an apartment with some people. Became lucid for seemingly no reason. Wanted to look for Jamie, but couldn't get out of the apartment. I came to a locked screen door. I couldn't open it. So I used my finger as a key. I pointed at the lock and turned my wrist as if I was unlocking it. It somehow actually worked. i opend the screen door and... The dream ended...
      Tags: jamie, lucid, spock
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      lucid , non-lucid , dream fragment
    10. Recent after long dry spell

      by , 12-11-2020 at 12:49 AM (4th DJ-Attempt)
      Iím with a coworker visiting a city, we arrived at night, thereís no street lights, we can barely see in the dark. I asked him if he got some place to sleep. He tells me we got one with 3 beds, and laughs. We try to walk on he street but itís impossible to see for me. The cars have all lights off. They look like shadows and seem to be very damaged. I notice I forgot my bag somewhere else while we went out of the subway station, the last spot of light I can see. Get back to look for it. I complain about the darkness while I put my hands on some surface in front of me. I wish itís daylight while looking down my hands. it turns into daylight, on the borders of my vision! No need to think about it anymore, I realize whatís it. Lucid again! I get excited, go back where we were, I donít want to leave this dreamscape. Want to explore and enjoy. My coworker is not there anymore, I see a very tight street, on my right while walking down the place, thereíre kiosks selling newspapers on both sides. Iím curious to see what my dream mind will put there. The place silently starts to fall down like it was an earthquake, on my left side. I see people between the mass of earth and papers. I wonder for what could it mean. Keep on walking until I get into a very known non-lucid dreamscape cemetery. There you are! I say, while I immediately recognize this cemetery. Itís still the same, like I was here yesterday. I wonder for what does it mean in my mind, what have changed along the years in this place. Then Start to walk among the graves amazed because of the very old memory view. There I see something new, a tall wall covered in plants... slowly woke up to write a draft for this entry. It was the first dream of the night when I saw the clock.

      Updated 12-12-2020 at 09:21 PM by 18736

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    11. Finally Lucidity! Fragments, Re-stabilizing, and Lucille Ball

      by , 12-08-2020 at 03:53 AM (Oneironautic Escapades)
      12/7/20

      Kostas the Grecian baker is showing off a pumpkin plant growing on the wall of his bakery, talking about keeping the roots on the wall because it is so beautiful. I think he wants to harvest the blossoms to cook. I agree whole heartily and take some video for him.

      I am walking down a hallway in a school going to class, all other classes have already begun. No one minds that I am late to the room.
      I sit down at an open desk with my backpack. Everyone is already going over a test or homework.
      When I sit down the desk is small and I fall backwards with the desk attached to me doing a roll, everyone kind of laughs but nothing is too disrupted.
      I realize I am 32 and have been out of school for quite a while. I shout 'hey everyone! This is a dream!'
      They cheer and start to get up, the teacher looks defeated. I say out loud that this should be obvious because I am older and have been out of highschool for over a decade, so this is definitely a dream.
      I tell the whole class to pinch their nose and breathe to prove they are dreaming. Some are confused, some do it. I do it together with them and prove that I am on fact dreaming. It's a great feeling.
      I leave the classroom, there is a group of students standing in the doorway blocking my way. I ask them if this is a door, because it definitely looks like a door. And one by one they move out of my way begrudgingly. The dream destabilizes multiple times in the hallway so I drop to the floor and feel the cool tile with my hands to re-stabilize the dream the hallway comes back into clarity and I begin walking again.
      This happens several times in the dream I always drop down and feel the ground or rub my hands as I feel the dream start to collapse and with some focus it rematerializes around me.
      While outside I fly around with ease, not as much effort as I remember it taking. I have a sort of iron man pose.
      The school is now a 1800's military academy and I see rows of students/soldiers carrying bayonets.
      They are scared of me, one of them throws their bayonet and almost hits me as I fly over. I fly higher into the air and over the pond. It's an old campus with a large pond in the middle and many older trees like southern live oaks.
      The dream starts to crash again so I land and feel the grass through my fingers,I pay attention to the sounds of the water and the street nearby. The scene comes back but the soldiers are gone. There are creatures now moving faster than vision almost.
      I reach out my hands and control one that has gone by me and is almost on the other side of the water.
      I intend to control its movement and wind it back like a toy. I see it's movement slow. It is like an animated toyish looking trex that belongs on a playground spring but it is moving around very fast, it moves backwards and forwards and I am content with my control so I let it go.

      I tell someone close to me that I am dreaming and they tell me to come with them, we all get in a car and they tell me I have to meet Theodore Roosevelt, they tell me that I'm gonna love Teddy.
      He is showing me his collection of cars, one of them looks like a pre-model T but it's combined with a wooden boat. Without saying anything I help him take it down off a rack and fold the wheels down to drive. I complement the antiquity of the collection and tell him the oldest one is my favorite, Teddy is much more informal than I am expecting as he is wearing swim shorts and a safari hard hat. His mustache is large and pointy.
      We go into an army bunker with other officers and the dream starts to collapse again. I drop down and feel the cool floor, then the windowsill and start to take in all the details and senses. The dream comes back but the men are gone. There is a redhead now who looks similar to Lucile ball. She is sitting on the edge of a desk in an all khaki military dress.
      She is pleased to meet me, I ask if it's really her and she nods. I am so pleased to see her again. I wrap my arms around her lower half and just embrace her. I tell someone else in the room that this is the Prime Matriarch. She is my guide, I have been looking for her for literally months. It is an immense relief to be finally close to her so I just breathe it in for a few minutes.
      There are several props and maps around the room she begins trying to show me things while explaining, I don't grasp the meaning of anything she says but the warmth of her presence is comforting.
      The dream destabilizes again and I rub my hands together quickly and feel the walls of the barracks.
      I hear talking and can feel sensations of the walls but my vision hasn't returned yet. I imagine where I just was and intend to step back into the barracks.

      I am now with a couple old friends in their apartment. They show me a collectable figurine they have from one of the Batman cartoons. He undoes the box in a meticulous way to show me the figure inside and puts it all back before going into the other room.
      The box falls forward and I grab it to put back on the shelf. Everything has become shifted in the box and I attempt to put it right. But nothing fits the way it was. I try to fold the box back up the correct way and am unsuccessful, I know they will be displeased that I messed up their collectable. They are leaving to go get ice cream across the street I tell them to wait for me while I struggle with the box
      I finally give up and admit defeat, I have the thought that they will think I was trying to play with the toy rather than admire the collectable. They go ahead of me to the ice cream place anyway.

      I am now in a 50's style diner, it's packed with classmates and people I used to know, they are all at different tables having their own conversations. I gather that I am still dreaming but don't intend to change anything.
      I see the girl with blue hair and I tug on it as I walk by her but don't say anything. She follows me around so I talk to her in passing, then a girl I used to date runs up to me like an excited puppy and tries to derail my attention. It works and I give her the drink I have in my hand. The dream starts to crash so I drop to the floor again to re-stabilize.

      The diner disappears, I am now in a highrise corner new york flat with large windows looking out to the night time city and only one other guy in it. He looks identical to Mark Sheppard. I tell him that I am dreaming and he agrees with me, I go through several periods of almost waking up but always come back into this room. Maybe 4 or 5 times. He is impressed but attempts to get my name. When he speaks details it is gibberish and the same with me, so he tries to write it down. They look like wingdings combined with korean characters. I describe very clearly what I see.
      He tells me he wrote his name. But I cannot read it. He is very amused that we can have normal conversation but certain details seem to be 'edited' in real time from us. He tells me to find him when I wake up.
      I write my name down in permanent marker but he tells me it just looks like random gibberish to him. We are both amused that we can't seem to share each other's name. I do manage to piece it together one of the times I phase back into his apartment after partially destabilizing. He says his name is Marc Bilit. I need to find him when I wake up. He is also surprised when I come back into the room. Apparently when I destabilize I just disappear from right in front of him, and when I come back I just pop back into existence. He is very tickled by this occurrence. Marc Bilit. Remember Marc Bilit it's very important that I find him when I wake up. We are working to understand cross communication between dreams.
    12. a couple lucids. (I think)

      by , 12-07-2020 at 08:28 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Big giant house

      I was in something like mansion. In something like a hallway, I stepped into a bedroom that had a lot of things in it. There was a bed and things all over the place. A keyboard started playing by itself, in just a couple of notes for a few seconds. It did this by itself. I went out of the room and found a long winding staircase. On the main level i walked through a few giant living rooms with old architecture. I found another staircase. But right beside the stairs a panel in the wall was missing. i saw my childhood friend Gary , his brother and a few other people sitting on a couch. I went down a few more steps into the room. Gary seemed annoyed that I was there but some older guy was telling me about the house and that it was haunted.

      I said, "Yeah the keyboard upstairs plays by itself." He agreed with me. Several of us left the room. I went back up to the main level. I saw a winding staircase leading upstairs and I was trying to figure out the actual layout of the place. I found yet another large living room this time with 3 pianos. I was going to play one of them when i woke up.

      House party.

      I was hearing the Dark Tower audio throughout this dream. I'm on Wolves now, Now narrated by some old guy who butchers songs... I was in a living room with Manvi from work. I think she said she was having guests over. Something was spilled all over her table which was in front of a large TV. We both tried desperately to clean it up. After it was clean i sat beside her on the couch to watch TV. i think she was a little nervous because it was me and her. As if the dream responded to her nervousness suddenly her guests were there. There was a guy who was hearing the audiobook audio and asked if it was the Dark Tower. I said yes, and was going to have a conversation with him until i woke up.


      Lucid

      I was trapped in a house with some psycho guy. He had me in some traps like the movie SAW. He had a wife that told me I was a better fuck than her husband.. and i also have false memories of that act... Anyway they leave the room. I become lucid when i float up out of the traps. I fly up and intend a hole in the floor. I lower into another room. and for a while, I keep floating through more holes in more rooms. Kind of like those lucids where you are in a house and you keep finding hidden rooms and basements inside more rooms and basements and it an go on a long as the lucid. Eventually i wanted outside. I wanted to look for Jamie. I saw a house and went inside. My memory got really foggy and sped up. I found jamie, or a DC that looked like her and i remember feeling the desire to sleep with her. Not sure if we did.

      either than that no jamie dreams. not sure if the lucid was her. I hope i get Jamie dreams regularly Like I use to.
    13. 2 dreams

      by , 11-30-2020 at 07:52 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Jamie

      3rd person perspective dream. just images of me and jamie walking around at night. we were holding hands and smiling. It's nice to have a dream like that, lately she's been more distant or cold... So this is good.

      Lucid

      I was with a group of people by a mountain. We went inside a house. Forgot what happened. Became lucid randomly in a living room. A bunch of people were on a couple of couches. One guy said, "Who why does the floor keep changing color?" I said it's because this is a dream. I saw a girl sitting on a couch and i like the look of her.Instinct took over and I was going to rip her clothes off. But she vanished. Another girl was lying on the couch, She looked like Bri an old manager that no longer works where I do. I asked if it was her. She groggily said, "yes," and that's when I woke up.
      Tags: floor, jamie, lucid
      Categories
      non-lucid , lucid
    14. forgotten

      by , 11-16-2020 at 08:26 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      I did recall a lot more dreams but they faded fast... Should I jot notes again? My life is too busy for that.

      Jamie 1

      Was dosing off. Saw her looking and me from the shadows. I saw her face and the outline of her amazing hair. She didn't seem to happy or anything just neutral.

      Jamie 2

      Can't remember what i was doing in the dream. Jamie was there but she was in her distant phases and vanished from the dream.

      Lucid

      I was with Victoria (The younger one) from work. We were by the lethbridge Hospital at night. We went across the street to the building where they hold AA meetings. There was a hidden door or something and we went into some hidden rooms. I knew this was impossible so i became Lucid. Victoria vanished somewhere. I wasn't interested in her. I wanted to look for jamie. I found myself at a window and then I was outside. I was thinking of how to find Jamie when everything started going black.

      I better get back into stabilizing dreams and doing Time Dilation again. i'm surprised i"ve been lucid shortly every week with my method of wbtb.
    15. lucid a little bit.

      by , 10-26-2020 at 06:49 PM (MoSh's DJ: The Best Dream Journal in The Universe.)
      Jamie 1

      One flash of a dream with her standing in a black space staring at me. she looks mad at me about something.

      Jamie 2

      This one I had just yesterday. We are walking down a street, it reminds me of olds when we use to hang out and walk down the street. We come across a house that has burned down. I have false memories of knowing the owner that lived there and he had some secret rooms with a stash of... i don't know what. when we walk by Jamie says she wants to find it. There's basically a pile of ashes where the house was along with some wooden boards on the ground still red in ambers. We walk on the lawn and I wake up. Well at least she wasn't mad anymore.

      Lucid

      Was walking outside at night. Got lucid but forget how. I was in a primal instinct mood. Didn't remember to look for Jamie. I was by a house and i tried to look in the window. i thought i saw a couple sleeping. I was going to fly through the window, but it shifted into a giant TV screen of a show where a couple were sleeping in bed. I was going to fly into it...

      FA, check my phone to see how much time on my alarm is left. The phone has strange symbols. Become lucid but I am more concerned with how much time i have left so i try to wake up for real.

      FA, check my phone to see how much time on my alarm is left. The phone has the same strange symbols. Become lucid and try to wake up again.

      FA, check my phone to see how much time on my alarm is left. The phone has the same strange symbols. Become lucid and try to wake up again.

      Yes that happened four or five times in a row and really woke up with 2 minutes on my alarm left.

      Dad

      somewhere with my dad in a house or something. I am telling him how he was really emotinally abusive when I was younger. I was mad and really accusing him. He looked really pissed off.
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