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    1. Night of Tuesday 10/31/23 (DILD)

      by , 11-02-2023 at 12:42 AM (Dreamlog)
      Went to bed around 11PM.

      Ascending:
      I'm in the garage of my childhood home talking to someone.
      I don't recall what prompted it, but I start to perform a string of hand and nose reality checks.
      Interestingly the first few checks act as I would expect in waking life. Maybe my brain was doing some next-level deception to distract me.
      But then on the last nose reality check I can breathe.
      I become lucid.
      I do an extra hand reality check to verify and it confirms that I am dreaming.
      Linus from Linus Tech Tips is there in the garage, and he says "Great job becoming lucid!"
      I think this might have been my brain attempting to invoke "Lucid Dream Tech Support" from Daniel Love's writings.
      There are a few others there congratulating me, but I can't recall who.
      I go outside through a side opening that isn't there in waking life.
      The grass is long and very deep green. The world in general is dark and dim.
      I try to increase the dream's brightness by requesting it outloud, but nothing happens.
      I see that the moon in the sky is huge and bright.
      I decide to start flying towards the moon, taking off superman-style.
      As I fly, I recall that the scene is similar to that of the finale in the PC game, Everhood.
      I think about how it would be fun to play the soundtrack from the game here.
      I can hear the music I want to play in my head, but I can't remember what it is called.
      In the dream, I falsely named it 'Ascending Heaven' and asked for it to play.
      The song I had in my head was called 'Reconciliation' but even that was wrong for the scenario.
      The song from the game that actually would have fit is called 'Euthanasia Rollercoaster'.
      This doesn't work, but it plays something else I don't recognize.
      As I accelerate to the moon, I lose my way (and maybe some lucidity too) and end up at my elementary school.
      The school is just down the street from my home, so it sorta makes sense.
      I'm flying high above the playground, now on a metal ring. Sorta like Goku on the flying nimbus.
      The ring isn't slippery, so I don't struggle to stay on.
      There is a full-on medieval war happening far below. I see two armies locked in combat.
      I focus on an old man wizard wielding a staff, and then he sees me looking down.
      Despite the supposed distance, he jabs into the air and strikes the metal ring and starts to pull on it.
      I shake him off and dodge, but I lose lucidity shortly after.


      Recorded at 12:26AM.

      445 words for the night.

      Updated 11-27-2023 at 12:55 AM by 99808

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    2. Tick Buddy

      by , 06-24-2023 at 06:07 PM
      From a draft I wrote on 06/21/2023.
      Warning: gross.

      Lucid dreamed that I befriended a parasitic bloodsucking tic. He was really sweet, actually! So naturally, like friends do, I let him suck my blood.
      I figured, you know, it's a dream. No biggie. I was only able to handle it for 15 mins though. I told tick buddy I was done and he got off me. I asked if he wanted help finding another host, feeling bad that I quit so early. He was all engorged and couldn’t move on his own, because he was a tic, but he needed more blood to survive.

      So me, tick buddy, and a brooding anime side character went on a small adventure to find a new blood host.

      Yes, there was this lone wolf brooding anime guy with blond spiky hair who kept hanging around in the background, because he was a background character. I thought it was hilarious, so I went up and pestered him with questions like "Hey, what you think'n about? What's your backstory? Is it dramatic?"

      Every time I went up to him, I turned into an anime girl.

      Also everywhere he went, there was a fullmoon in his backdrop to make him look extra brooding.

      He told me to go away. “You’re not supposed to know my backstory! It’ll ruin the mystery. I’m mysterious!” he said when I asked for details. He said “No! I’m supposed go be a background character! Go back to the main plot!”

      So I did eventually go back to helping tick buddy find an unsuspecting new victim. We walked into a grocery store full of potential humans full of blood.
      Why it had to be human, IDK. But I put tick buddy on a sandwich and told a random stranger that I'd buy it for him.
      He was confused about why he was getting a free sandwich, but didn’t say no. I distracted him with pleasant conversation, he probably thought I was hitting on him. Whoops.

      So we all stood in line with the sandwich, giving our tick friend enough time to crawl his fat engorged self from the sandwich onto the new host while I kept him talking and engaged with me.
      New host almost took a bite out of the sandwich while we were standing there, but I stopped him, reminding him that he was still in line. Can’t eat it until you leave the store, silly~

      Tick buddy was relieved, because he almost got eaten.

      I looked over at anime guy while we were in the store and laughed because that full moon backdrop was in the store. In broad daylight, too. No matter where he went or what time of day it was, it would look like he was standing in a forest with a full moon at night behind him.

      That’s it.

      Updated 06-24-2023 at 07:26 PM by 99032

      Tags: anime, moon, parasite, tic
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    3. Log 2189 - Mystic Scavenger Hunt

      by , 04-29-2021 at 06:21 AM (Dream Logs DWN-12)
      Created Tuesday 27 April 2021

      Think I'm comfortable sharing this dream from a few days ago.

      Scrap Group 1
      Vaguely recall being in a vast training facility, complete with living quarters, for work.

      Dream 1 - Mystic Scavenger Hunt
      The visuals were a bit dim. I was in a small, darkened theater, a raised stage in the center. My brother, Joaquin, was also with me.

      On stage was a slender, middle aged Asiatic woman in a purple robe. Golden jewelry clinked between her wrists and neck. More distinctly, she had elf-like ears. Soon, the lone performer begins an act. Stoic in expression, she gracefully, and slowly, spins with hands cupped together. With a flourish, spars flew out from splayed arms. She then points her palm at a brass candelabrum, and it begins to move. At this point, I suspect this was all a wire trick. I also get suspicious of the dream. So, I try moving the object telekinetally myself, but nothing happened.

      Anyway, the performer magically retrieves said candelabrum. With a flick of her fingers, she lights it up. Just then, a starry, moonlit night sky appears above us. What's more, the theater's walls give way. Now, we see a series of vast series of excessively steep, grassy hills. Rail-less log bridges, spanning out for up to several miles long, connected each land form. Individual hill had distinct features, whether a series of garden plots, grain fields, an observatory, or other characteristics. It was a sight to behold...

      The sorceress turns to the audience. A half a minute of silence follows. Then, she speaks briefly, offering merely that the viewers wander the sites at their own leisure. With that, the crowd go their own way.

      I'm one of the last to actually wander out. I try to find Joaquin, but it seems he was way ahead of me. Oh well. I too go off in a random direction.

      Eventually, I stumble into a picnic area, its furnishings of carved stone. An entire banquet was prepared here. A number of people were already serving themselves of the items available. From chatter, I overhear that elephant meat was on the menu. Finding that out left me feeling ambivalent (elephant meat is one of the few things I'd refuse to eat from a moral standpoint). In the end, I opted not to sample anything there.

      After passing several more bridges, I made it to a hill lined with hedges. People were sifting through the foliage. Among them, I spotted Joaquin. I asked what everyone was doing there. During our exchange, he tells me this was part of a scavenger hunt, a piece if tidbit I (supposedly) missed out on earlier.

      So, I join in this hunt. I pull at the roots of some plants, when I find a strange trinket: a spiral band of a kind made of gray earthenware. That, Jonathan tells me, is one of the many like objects we needed to find. He then explains that whomever finds the most wins a grand prize.

      Enthusiastic, I continue the search at the other end of the hedge. look the other end of the hedge. There, I find yet another of those trinkets. I then look at another hedge, where I spot a bunch of energy bars, of all things, buried beneath. There were at least 30 pounds of the stuff, and a good variety too. I notified Jonathan, where he told me that there were a lot of consolation prizes scattered about as well.

      Although I wanted to keep those bars, there was no way I could carry all of that. So, I muttered to Jonathan that I would go off and find a sack to allow such. To get to that end, I said I'd "cheat" by floating back to the site's entrance.

      But before I left, I also noticed a metal rod sticking out from under a hedge. At first, it seemed to be an auto-sprinkler. But, upon handling it, I found that it was a dial. I slowly turned it, when, to my surprise, the moon above was altered. The moon slowly cycled between it's phases, before vanishing entirely. I'd the thought of messing around with it some more, just to play a joke on the sorceress. But, in the end, I just returned the dial back to how it started.

      Anyway, I continued my way back out. Turning at a wide chasm, I made a mighty leap, then began gliding all the way across. Sure enough, I made it back to the theater.

      Things got unclear from that point. I don't remember how the dream ended.
    4. Monday, May 11

      by , 05-16-2020 at 05:09 AM
      I am driving with Sage to see Tool in Arizona. I know I am going with her, but it looks like I’m in the car alone right now. The scenery is nothing immediately familiar to me, but it is the typical arid landscape I would expect. This two lane desert highway meanders through some scrub and brown hills. It is dim, but at one point dark. I drive past a silent scene of carnage. Strewn across the road is a creature (maybe a human?) that has suffered an attack on its head. There is a chunk missing and a trail of blood and remnants. Since there is a hill right nearby, I assume that whatever did this must be up there. It is light again, and I am looking at some dark rock outcroppings atop a hill. There are small farmhouses at the base of the hill and openings in the rock pile that look clearly inhabited by something. The openings are almost as large as the structures, and it freaks me out slightly that they exist so close together. I then realize that they are actually barns or sheds, but still don’t like the thought. Only a little ways to the left, surrounded by some trees, is a house, still too close I think. I think we left at 4 pm, which I’m thinking will give us plenty of time (I’m thinking it takes 2-2 ½ hours to get there). We have arrived, a typical large indoor arena, and I think our seats are apart. I conclude that it shouldn’t be too hard to find someone willing to switch. The place seems pretty full and all of the lights are still on. I’m telling Sage I’m sure they’ll open with ‘Aenima’ (thinking of the Fear Inoculum tour) but it’d be cool if they surprised us with something like ‘Flood’ (I think we were listening to that in the car - I remember seeing the dash display with the track time and hearing the intro).




      I’m in some house with some others, one of which is Krissy from work. There is also a child on the brown couch that might be mine.




      I’m looking at the full moon and watch as it looks like something is shot through it. The ‘something’ is small compared to the moon, but it leaves a trail of particles. I tell someone and think they don’t believe me until it is publicly announced that the moon has been shot.
      Tags: driving, kid, moon, music
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    5. lxxxv.

      by , 02-16-2020 at 02:09 PM
      Not been able to keep recall very well or make notes in the morning for the last few days because of pain issues.


      Dream Fragment:

      I was at some sort of zen gathering, for a dream-imagined relative. She was going to have this ceremony that was supposed to strengthen the bond between her and this baby brother of hers or something.

      I remember the area was on a green and grassy rolling hill. It had a fair bit of an angle on it. There were some small trees, not much bigger than a person and there were some sort of carpets or rugs laid out in a few places.

      It was night time? But it was bright, I think from a full moon. I remember looking at the sky and seeing it in the night and then lower to the right I saw a tower. It looked like a Japanese hill castle tower.

      There were some people up there on its walls, some kind of avians, like from Starbound.

      Next thing I remember, I’m up there and planning a sneak attack with some other people against the avians to take some treasure they had up there.

      Transition? Maybe a different dream but it felt to be in sequence and similar context.

      I remember L and his childhood friend J. We were walking around a lower area, possibly next to that hill from before. It was night. We came up to some metal grated stone structure. Beyond the metal bars I could see a wooden treasure chest and a tunnel that led into that area.

      I looked to the left and saw another similar stone structure, also with metal bars but not all along it’s opening. There were two minotaurs in there and I attacked them but I don’t remember how I dealt with them exactly.

      The rest of the details are missing but I vaguely remember being in a 3 seat van with J and L at some point.

      Dream Fragment:

      I was using my tablet. I was painting, trying to replicate an effect I saw in waking life of a painting that was just in the background of a tv show.

      I was trying to paint waves in the water in the same detailed way as that painting. It wasn’t going very well though and even in the dream I realised I was going about it the wrong way.



      No notes for now, might edit later.
    6. The Moon above a Grove of Palms

      by , 12-09-2018 at 07:41 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      As usual, I seem to have become aware that I’m dreaming without being able to remember how it happened. I’m in a house along with two other people. I believe that they’re other dreamers—not sure now on what basis.

      In one part early on, I’m looking at a still scene in front of me, like a picture. It takes me a couple minutes to puzzle out what’s happening in it. A young man is shown looking into a body of water like a lake. The sky is colorful and full of varied light, with a couple odd-shaped clouds in the foreground. I figure out that the cloud that looks like a unicorn’s head is going towards the cloud shaped like a dragon’s, which represents an attack on the sun by the moon, and the man is watching it through the reflections in the water.

      When I’ve realized this, the scene comes to life in front of me. The clouds converge, and the sky darkens, with the moon appearing. It behaves strangely at first before taking up a normal course in the sky. The man gets up and heads in the direction it has gone. He’s going to try to fix the situation.

      A lot of the dream faded from memory when I woke up, but in the subsequent parts, I was with the two dreamers. I only remember one person well, a guy. He is apparently already familiar with this legend—I get the impression he knows a lot of them.

      At some point quite a bit later on, the others are somewhere else, fighting a monster of some kind. I guess some people don’t feel like they’ve really accomplished something unless there’s an epic boss battle at the end—but I just don’t find those things very interesting. While that’s going on, I’m standing near a grove of palm trees, above which the moon is floating in the form of a little, glowing crescent shape. Once we get ahold of that, we’ve won. According to the man, however, there’s something odd about the palm leaves, and a person will die if they touch them. But they just look like normal palm leaves to me, and so I figure I’ll take my chances with them. Anyway, I can fly in from above and avoid the leaves that way.

      First step: make wings. I’ve been using shortcuts so much lately I figure that this time, I’ll do the full procedure like I used to. I stand facing my shadow on the ground, and will it to grow wings. Immediately, I see them unfolding, and unfolding further, out to their usual considerable span.

      But this time—perhaps in response to my wanting to get a better view of what happens when I do this—there are also reflective surfaces nearby, although I can’t say now just what they were. I can see the wings themselves reflected in them—and since I’ve never set an intention for anything beyond generic wings, it’s a bit of a surprise to see how they’re turning out—red-gold in color, and faintly glowing. I climb up onto a nearby object—again, I can’t remember specifically what it was—and from there, hover over to the trees and grab the crescent moon.

      In the process, though, I brush the tips of a couple palm leaves. And, perhaps because of that— or perhaps not— I soon find the dream fading around me until I’m in complete darkness. I’m still lucid, though. It feels as if I’m moving forward, but with nothing visible except for occasional faint shapes in the darkness, it’s impossible to tell—or, for that matter, tell how much time is passing. But after a while, I feel like it’s a good time to go back. I open my eyes, intending to be in the previous setting.

      And I’m there, as before, and so are the two people. I can remember even less of this later part than I can the previous one—although I can recall the second person definitely being female in this one, whereas I can remember nothing at all about them from the first. There’s a series of events involving a deep pit filled with boiling water that opened up in the house. At some later part, the others seem to have lost lucidity. They're acting somewhat zombie-like, and are unresponsive to my efforts to get their attention. Not long after that, I wake up.

      8.12.18
    7. Hopefully Leaving the Moon Soon

      by , 08-19-2018 at 02:19 PM
      Morning of August 19, 2018. Sunday.

      Dream #: 18,871-03. Optimized 30 second read.




      I am on the moon with at least two astronauts. (I do not interact with them.) I do not question the situation.

      Eventually, there is an increasing wariness about the air becoming thinner. (It is otherwise fully breathable.) There is also the idea it may become too hot to survive. A NASA team is scheduled to come and get us before all our air runs out, but I wonder if it will be in time. There is a vague concern but no emotional response.

      The moon setting has the essence of the Cubitis home's backyard, where the shed was. (This had happened in previous dreams, mostly in childhood.)

      My dream was mainly caused by having too many blankets on me as I slept. I became overheated.

      Updated 06-14-2021 at 03:21 PM by 1390

      Tags: heat, moon, thin air
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    8. 18-06-23 Moon

      by , 06-23-2018 at 06:08 PM
      So there's this huge building on the moon, except it's on a water ocean. Inside the structure, me and another person (a girl?) are fighting a kind of shapeshifting monster that likes taking the form of people. Nor Pennywise for a change, yay! I think I shot him with a sniper rifle when it was about to shoot the girl. In the end, the massive building (and I mean massive) exploded. The view cut to a control room back on Earth, where multiple Men in Black watched the building explode. An alarm blared, and a level 6 emergency was declared on the moon. Then it cut back to the building, which simply vanished. I saw the building wasn't really 'in' the ocean, but rather hovered over it using giant drone-like propellers. As the building vanished, the propellers stopped working and plunged into the ocean. We were swimming now, and reached a tropical island. We found some friendly natives, who helped us. Then some other weird stuff happened, like the chief was wearing a nose like a clown nose, but made from a hollowed-out nut. The chief then vanished as well, leaving us with his stuff.
    9. The Moon Gun

      by , 02-02-2018 at 08:02 AM
      Morning of February 2, 2018. Friday.



      I find myself in an unknown and unfamiliar location, though as my dream self, I do not think of it as such. Zsuzsanna is present in the majority of scenes, which involve my usage of a raygun in an unusual activity.

      At first, only sparks come out. I find myself in an unfamiliar room where an unknown female (of about thirty) sits near a desk. As I aim it upwards at nothing in particular, sparks fly out and one lands on the female’s knee, which apparently hurts. I apologize for this, but when the sparks land on me, they create a pleasant sensation.

      In most other scenes, I am outside, though under some sort of shelter with industrial implications of which include a convergence of many different horizontal and vertical pipes. There is a square opening through the ceiling and roof of no more than one foot by one foot. I have an unusual false memory that the moon powers the gun, but I only use it to fire upward. I stand in one area, aiming it through the opening in the ceiling. Over time, the miniature radar dish at the front of the gun starts shining when I hold it upward in a certain position that apparently reflects the moon’s light. I do not actually see the moon at any point.

      I perform this act a number of times. It seems to make my dream more vivid each time. I go to a different area that has a smaller opening, hold my gun upward, and move it about until I see the moon shine on the miniature radar dish in a circular fullness and then I pull the trigger. The beam of light that emerges is about an inch in diameter.

      There eventually seems to be a vague backstory, based on an emergent false memory, relating to a recent alien invasion, though there is no hint of any impending threat. I aim the gun at another part of the ceiling in the realization that it will destroy the structure. I wake with the perception that I had accomplished the defeat of a supposed alien threat.

      Explanatory supplement (Saturday, 3 February 2018): This dream occurs by way of liminal dream control, which means that my dream self is habitually acting out the dynamics of oneironautics (which represents the nature of the dream state, not waking life) without being actively aware that the environment and situation is of the dream state as with conscious-self-based lucidity. This is based on autosymbolic cues from subliminal threads of the conscious self identity. This should be obvious from how my dream self’s actions vivified the dream state even though my dream self’s motive from the outset was not clear. My dream self eventually focused on destroying the alien building. This was the liminal space barrier between my dream self identity and my conscious self identity, the opening in the ceiling being autosymbolism for my dream’s potential exit point back into viable consciousness. (It was somewhat small, which is moot, as the entire building was apparently gone at the waking point.) The miniature radar dish, glowing more over time and producing more energy and a wider beam of light, signified the increase in neural activity as the emergent consciousness implementation.

      This invalidates the asinine belief that the conscious self experiences something that must be “interpreted” solely in conscious self terms, incorrectly assumed as “from the subconscious” (rather than correctly understood as RAS mediation between the transient dream self identity and the conscious self identity). It is the dream self that is the subconscious, which is coalesced by way of RAS (Reticular Activating System) into consciousness through the waking transition, which is what a dream is (which most people have no understanding of).

      Additionally, Zsuzsanna’s dream showed threads of associations with my dream in the very common but inexplicable (by society’s beliefs) patterns. This is evidence that RAS mediation is transpersonal, and distance does not seem to matter (as this was occurring before I even met Zsuzsanna, and we had grown up on opposite sides of the world).


      Tags: beam, gun, moon, moonlight
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    10. Bye Family I'm Off to The Moon!

      by , 01-16-2018 at 12:05 AM
      I was sitting at a table with my family when I decided to do a reality check and I had an odd amount of fingers. I kept checking again and again and again and still had 6. 7. or 8 fingers. I plugged my nose but still breathed through it so sure enough I was dreaming. I hung out with the DC's (Dream Characters) for a little and jumped up to the second level of my house with ease. I noted how unbelievably real the dream felt. For some reason the DC's disappeared after a while so I saw the Moon in the sky and decided to go to it. I used my mind and came up with this unique strategy to get there. I got myself to be slowly sucked into the Moon's direction then covered my eyes, changed my orientation and sure enough I was on the Moon. But everything was all blocky like in Minecraft and my vision was tunneled as well. Some things happened after that but I didn't finish my entry.

      This image is a good visual of how it was.

      I AM CONFUSED!!(LD's always in 3rd person) HELP!!-2013-05-31_14.59.20-2-.jpg
    11. Total Freedom in Lucid Dreaming

      by , 09-19-2017 at 03:19 PM
      Morning of September 19, 2017. Tuesday.



      In the first part of my dream, in the first non-lucid segment, I am in a typical scenario where I am in a bookstore (or what is firstly perceived as one) and looking at various comic books and graphic novels. This goes on for a long time as I gather a stack together to keep. The books are unfamiliar, thus new to me, though some are implied to be older (as far back as the 1970s).

      At this stage, the personified preconscious is present as a younger unfamiliar male. Curiously, he is painting, as if there was also an art studio here. It is not much bigger than A4 size and lying on the table that I am sitting at eventually. It seems to be a landscape with flowers in the foreground.

      I tell him how I had painted, with a paint-by-number kit when I was a boy, two skulls. I explain how they were two singular portraits of skeletal pirates, shown from about the chest up. (This is based on a real-life event and thus atypically, is a real memory.) He said he had never heard of them. “Oh, they were quite popular,” I reply. I then go on to describe how my older brother Earl had started a very large paint-by-number of the Mona Lisa, but had never finished. (This was also a real event, from the early 1970s.)

      Eventually, I decide to walk out of what now seems like a second-hand store. I have a stack of graphic novels and comic books at least a foot high. However, it seems confused with the free bookstore, where (in real life) there is no one present other than the patrons and one is trusted to trade books of equal value on their own. A cashier, an older unfamiliar female, stops me by asking what I am doing. She is at a counter to my right. Apparently, I have to pay for the books, possibly a lot of money, which I do not have on me, which I tell her. I also protest in that I tell her I had left food on a previous visit. It does not seem to matter to her. I still apparently have to pay for these books now.

      I take out my wallet and the contents of my right pants pocket and see that I have only coins, which I place on the counter, which has now suddenly shifted to the opposite side of the room and farther back from the entrance of the store - a subliminally willed (non-lucid dream control) attempt at reinduction, that is, I had consciously but subliminally willed the counter back from my dream’s implied exit point as well as shifting it from the right to the left, as right is more typical of waking symbolism orientation. (The checkout of a store symbolizes a specific level of emergent consciousness as a common liminal space end marker in my dreams, fully understood as such since I was very young. This does not mean every dream ends shortly after a checkout is rendered, but it does indicate a precursor to an expected shift in consciousness, not necessarily full wakefulness, though that is often the case).

      The preconscious factors had transmuted from the artist (which symbolizes potential lucidity, though my non-lucid dream self does not realize this) to the elderly female cashier, though an unfamiliar male with a beard joins her on her right (the same orientation Zsuzsanna and I are presently sleeping in). The other male looks at my coins. Three of them are unusual in that they are mostly featureless other than having an embossed circle on them. “These are tally-hoes,” he says. This seems to mean that they may not be coins for buying something but possibly for use with public transport, or perhaps of little value. (Of course, “Tally-ho”, here an absentminded association with tallying up the total price as in “tally whole cost”, is here also a codeword for the waking transition analogous as the dream self hunting for the fox, which represents the precursor to coalescence back into conscious self identity and critical thinking skills or cleverness which the dream self does not typically possess.)

      From here, my mode of non-lucid dream control increments. I decide to leave the store with the books anyway, by teleporting and phasing through the entrance door without opening it (another form of subliminal reinduction, that is, even though I do not know I am dreaming, I deliberately manipulate it, a very common state of in-dream awareness for me).

      Still, they are heavy to carry, but I do not mind that much. It seems to be late at night. I notice that the moon is of an unusual appearance as a number of unusual clouds encircle it. The moon imagery is within the blue sky even though the rest of the sky is dark. Understanding that this image of the nighttime sky is absurd, I now become fully lucid and I decide to actively change and sustain my dream.

      The first act I perform is to joyfully throw my books onto the ground, as there is no sense in carrying them (or to be weighed down by them) in the dream state. I feel physically lighter and very happy to realize I am dreaming due to lifelong understanding of taking full conscious self advantage of this state. I enter apex lucidity and decide to create a park and have a sustained and augmented sexual encounter with Zsuzsanna. After this, I will it again. Parts of my body are “buzzing” with pleasure and our climaxes are extended (probably due to the Tetris effect from so many real-life events). However, I eventually shift into a different form of lucidity, where my dream is so realistic, that my dream self starts to question if my real physical body is somehow walking around (which of course is a ridiculous thought, but this has happened in past lucid dreams of a higher and sustained form), so I decide to initiate waking to find that I (that is, my sleeping physical body) had not moved at all. Still, there is something about the bliss, freedom, and even perceived safety of apex lucidity that is hard to describe.


      Updated 06-09-2018 at 06:31 AM by 1390

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    12. Eclipsed Eclipse

      by , 09-16-2017 at 01:22 PM
      EXT. RAILWAY STATION - TWILIGHT

      I'm on the ground level of a two-tiered train station. The platform is covered with crunchy cinders.

      CLOSEUP on a SOLAR ECLIPSE. The lower left sliver of the Sun is just showing on a black background, as if photographed through a solar filter. Just the Sun, no earthshine on the Moon. (Day residue: I attended an amateur astronomy lecture last night in reality.)

      ME
      Wait, am I dreaming? Yes!

      CUT TO: My point of view, watching the eclipse. The sky is clear, calm, and cool. My vision is exceptionally sharp--unlike most of my lucid dreams, which seem no clearer than an ordinary dream visually (the only difference being my conscious state).

      Now the Moon is in a gibbous phase. But the Sun (which has shrunk to about half size) is still being eclipsed as before--by its own Moon! So now there are two moons, one near and one far, with the Sun farther yet. WHO KNOWS what light source is illuminating the gibbous Moon! The incongruity delights me. I remember an earlier, nonlucid dream some months ago in which a solar and lunar eclipse were taking place simultaneously. I gladly accept such nonlocal logic in nonlinear time.

      I note that if I shuffle several feet to one side or the other, a great deal of parallax results: I can eclipse or uneclipse the Sun simply by walking back and forth on the platform. This implies that the Sun and moons must be quite close indeed, and very small--or else that I and the train station are extremely large. Because the three heavenly bodies are beyond the atmosphere.

      Lucidity having been achieved, I remember my plan of action--formed in waking life--and speak directly to my dream, making a preposterous request in the hope that it will be granted in reality. (It's worth a try!)

      I begin to awaken. As the vibrant dream energy dissipates, a black-and-orange blob persists in my vision. If I close my eyes tightly I can still see it for a while as I wake up in my bed. It's about the size of a silver dollar held at arm's length. It seems to be in my left eye, but I can't prove it. I study its contours and hypothesize that I am seeing my optic nerve, but that is only a guess. (Or is it a picture of a tiny brain?)

      It was 6:50 AM when I awoke. As I walked to breakfast later this morning I saw the waning crescent Moon, its phase resembling the sliver of Sun eclipsed in the dream. Remarkable coincidence. (Sun, Moon...no difference.) Despite my interest in astronomy I had lost track of the Moon this week. Did my dream calibrate with the lunar phase this morning? Make of this what you will.

      Updated 09-16-2017 at 01:59 PM by 92227

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    13. August TOTM - Moon; Past life; sx

      by
      gab
      , 08-08-2017 at 06:48 PM (Turquoise Dreams)
      Last night bed around 8 pm

      WBTB 2:14 am - 4:11 am

      2:41am - 3x 300 alpha GPC (300 more than normal 600 dose)
      4:11am 8mgs Galantamine

      I was really sleepy and ready to fall asleep just on time, about 15 min into taking GM, 2hr 45 min into taking GPC.

      But dangit, had to get up 4 times, every time when I was on the verge. I got pissed (and I realized that I shouldn't have, because no problem is big enough to put me in bad mood and nix my WILDing chance). So I just said ef it and laid on my side, knowing that I had WILDs here as well, so I knew I can still do it. I just couldn't lay on my usual WILD position on my back with pillows anymore.

      So I finally fell asleep just as the GM was one hour into it's effect, on the top of it, and so was GPC, at it's peak at 3 hrs after taking it.

      I was in a dream in some situation 100% sure I'm not dreaming. To prove it to someone, I counted my fingers. There was 6, then 8, then over 10. I realized I'm dreaming.

      Started walking around and remembered the Turn the Moon blue TOTM. Looked for the Moon, but didn't see it, again. So I remembered some personal goals I set my intent on doing during WBTB. I turned around thinking - behind me is my past life. I looked, but I don't think it was behind me. When I turned back in front of me, there was a distant scene. All lit in deep blue, silver, black illumination. Almost like light through blue ice. 5-6 steps, made of stone, very long ones. Like leading to a throne. 3-4 warriors were standing on those stairs. Dark looking, scary, ominous. Holding spears. Reminded me of those frozen warriors from Thor movie, that Thor went to fight to their frozen planet.

      I turned away thinking it's too scary and no way I'm gonna explore that. But next second I changed my mind and got excited about my decision to actually go there and see if it's really dangerous, or if some adventure awaits. Since I learned that not everything that looks scary actually is and it's good to overcome your fears. (I'm also doing this in my lucids when I'm exploring houses.)

      After this, I found myself in some sexual situation. I was already losing lucidity here, so majority of this was in a non-lucid.

      Some private house, getting ready for a sx party. Closing curtains and such, undressing. Lots of preparations. Not sure if it even got to any action. I know someone was there whom I knew, and rules were that if that happens, you can leave, coz that's awkward. But that person happend to be my boss in WL and they said No, I can't leave. Lol, being screwed over at work is translating beautifully into my dreams, haha.
      Tags: moon, past_life, sex, totm
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      lucid
    14. Blue Moon totm

      by
      gab
      , 08-05-2017 at 02:25 AM (Turquoise Dreams)
      I'm off today, but wasn't planning on WILDing. Then I woke up around 1am and wasn't able to fall back asleep.

      So I got up, watched some TV and took

      2x300 Alpha GPC - 2:47am
      8mgs Galantamine - 3:53am

      and went back to sleep on the sofa.

      Next thing I know, I'm sitting up, laying down, sitting up, laying down... over and over.
      I realize I'm dreaming and I added some feet to head flat sliding motion. Then I hovered out of the room in the same position.

      I decided right away that I want some sx, after not LDing for about 3 wks. I got some 2 long sx episodes.

      Next time, i don't remember how, but I ended up on the street. Started walking slowly. I noticed how good my awareness is and how long it lasts. I wanted to do something meaningful, haha, so I kneeled down and started to pour dirt through my hands while noticing how it feels.

      Then I remembered the TOTM - change the moon to blue. I read what dreamvixen said in the thread and at that time I decided that I want to do this task.

      I looked up and it was at night, but overcast. I kept looking for the moon. Did the "hey look, there is the moon", but it didn't work. That's when I said forget it and got some more sx.
      Tags: moon, sex
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      lucid
    15. Villiaphim and the End of the World

      by , 05-05-2017 at 11:05 AM
      Morning of May 5, 2017. Friday.



      This is a very long dream (with only some scenes posted in the online version), but the basic scenario relates to a typical “end of the world” situation which often simply symbolizes dream cessation as a circadian rhythms factor, especially as many of mine relate to the sun. Still, “end of the world” dreams additionally seem to have a factor that is more long-term, which I suspect is also of additional biological symbolism.

      The main scene is viewed in the nighttime sky, seemingly to the west (as my dream’s setting seems to be a distorted composite of Loomis Street and our present address, though with the emphasis on Loomis Street in America in the last scene). There is a beautiful coin-like disk hovering in the sky which is just above the moon. The moon and this disk are both about the same size, the moon probably about twice as large as presently viewed in reality. (In my dream, it is a full moon, though in reality, it apparently is moving past the first quarter at 65% visible.)

      The face of the coppery disk seems to have a mix of Orion and Sagittarius as one character. It is directly above the moon. Bright beautiful rays of light are flowing out from each feature, mostly upwards. I am somewhat wary, as I consider the disk will probably alter the moon’s orbit. The rays are a mix of gold and blue. The imagery amazes me for what seems like at least fifteen minutes.

      This turns out to be real-time symbolism for shared dreaming between Zsuzsanna and I, Zsuzsanna being the moon and the Orion/Sagittarius composite being my dream self level of consciousness. Even though the moon and the disk do not make contact, the thin rays (which actually appear as separated dashes and hyphens at times, in a perfect circumferential span) cross over each other. The moon seems to be pulling the disk into Earth’s orbit.

      Next comes waking precursor symbolism and typical dream signs. I go up to the top of a hill (real-time conscious identity symbol) and there is a tomb that has been revealed due to the celestial events. The temple around it is fairly small, part of it serving more as a solid base that is only about the size of our bed. A group of unfamiliar people gather. I look closely at the tomb. It is of a young girl who is also an angel, with the name of Villiaphim. (This is a dream-generated name I have never heard before.) Curiously, there is a modern silver latch attached to the closed coffin at somewhat of an angle. I reason that this was added the last time the temple rose. I am thinking that I will now open the coffin but end up talking about the overall setting.

      As I am talking about the details of the tomb that I recognize (such as the number two, in pairs of various orientations, forming the different symbols that Zsuzsanna and I had matched over the years, including the two facing another mirrored two as the “heart on the horizon” symbol), the personified preconscious shows up to become the usual nuisance it often is when I do not recognize my level of consciousness as a vivid dream. This time, he is an unfamiliar male teenager who makes fun of my inability to see the coffin as real-time bed symbolism.

      The question mark sequence (in a set of four steps) appears engraved in a short squarish column to the left of the tomb. I am about to explain how the question mark was created by the collective unconscious to be found and used by Yang incarnate in his quest for Yin incarnate when he (the personified preconscious) starts mimicking me about my fallacy to not realize I am simply dreaming about the bed my physical body is in rather than an ancient coffin. He traces his finger over the engraving of one of the twos, copying what I am saying in an annoying cartoon voice. I am annoyed and start chasing him in a circle around the tomb. (This is subliminal coalescence recognition, stage one.)

      As I am doing this, I shift to being with Zsuzsanna in the backyard of Loomis Street. I expect the sun to explode on the horizon (and it seems afternoon now) and it does. I know it is the end of the world, but I do not feel any fear. Zsuzsanna and I hold each other. Curiously, the sun had been just below the northern horizon, which of course is not possible. Still, the fire comes from the north as Earth burns. Just as the typical waking coalescence begins (while hugging Zsuzsanna), there is no mild abdominal jolt or other biological waking dynamic yet. Instead, I look around and see the fire only a few feet away, wondering what had happened, and why I (as my dream self) am still aware and in my dream. The ground is covered with what looks like runny egg yolk as well as egg white. Zsuzsanna and I are lying on the ground at this point. I reach over and pull the oversized “egg” from the ground (some of the “yolk” running out over the grass) and consider that about half the surface of the planet will now have to have this stuff peeled off as the “egg white and yolk” solidify a little more. Humanity will survive. I wake up to find that Zsuzsanna and I are in the same positions in bed in reality as we were in the waking symbolism (though this is not always the case).



      As I have written often before (but certainly not every time it happens), at least one dream per day (of the six to twelve I more clearly recall, not including all dream types) apparently comes from Zsuzsanna’s mind rather than mine, which are always thoughts she has that I could not possibly have known about, and it often follows a specific pattern. (This general rule occurred long before we met and has been validated virtually countless times.) It is also usually one of her more sustained thoughts relating to something that is different than usual. In this case, it related to her thoughts about runny egg yolks when she was frying an egg for herself (which is not a regular activity - and I have rarely had fried eggs in my lifetime).


      Updated 05-14-2017 at 09:56 AM by 1390

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