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    1. 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
    2. Hopefully Leaving the Moon Soon

      by , 08-19-2018 at 06:09 AM
      Morning of August 19, 2018. Sunday.

      Reading time: 49 sec. Readability score: 67.



      In my dream, I am on the moon with at least two other astronauts. (I do not interact with them, at least to the point of recall.) I do not question the situation at all.

      Over time, there is wariness about the air becoming thinner. (Curiously, 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 it is too late, but I am wondering if it will be in time. There is a vague concern, but no emotional state.

      The area of the moon I remain in has an essence of bilocation with the backyard of Cubitis, in this case, where the shed was. That had happened in previous dreams, but mostly in childhood.



      My dream was mainly caused by having too many blankets on me as I slept and I got overheated. There was no evidence of infra-mediation (or non-lucid dream control - for example, I did not non-lucidly summon the appearance of the NASA extraction team before I woke), and my infra-awareness was less than usual, which it would have to be to non-lucidly dream about being on the moon with a subliminally bilocated Earth location.


      Tags: heat, moon, thin air
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      non-lucid
    3. 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.
    4. 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
      Categories
      non-lucid
    5. 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
    6. 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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      lucid
    7. 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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      lucid
    8. 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
      Categories
      lucid
    9. 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
      Categories
      lucid
    10. 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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      memorable
    11. Return of the Crow

      by , 05-02-2017 at 10:28 AM
      Morning of May 2, 2017. Tuesday.



      I am in an unfamiliar classroom (or perhaps at a seminar), where the students are mostly adults in their thirties. (In real life, I still have a cold, so my sleep cycle is apart from the usual.) I am the speaker. The subject is a childhood dream that I had originally titled “When the Moon is in the Seventh House” to poke fun at astrology. It was about the moon changing into a giant crow and falling through the roof of my Cubitis home into the large closet, becoming somewhat cartoon-like in appearance. (I had gone over the full decoding of this dream a few times when much younger.)

      Over time, I explain how my dream (from February 4, 1972) was designed and rendered. Originally, there were about five notebook pages regarding this somewhat short dream that I wrote at age eleven. (I never post the full text of my dream data online as it would be far too long and the format is not possible to post online other than in a large image which is not really feasible.) I explain that it was partly influenced by hearing about the January 30, 1972 lunar eclipse.

      I explain how many dreams are premonitory of biological waking mechanism factors and that a crow is such a symbol as the emergent consciousness event, especially as the same event has occurred many times in different ways since early childhood. (Also, since very early childhood, a bird’s beak was sometimes such a factor, but only in dreams relating to the lower back spasm waking event such as “The Buzzard’s Beak” from October 4,1969, though which the factor was proven to have some suggested level of control as in dreams such as “The Elongated Beak” from from September 8, 1968. These days, now that I am much older, there does seem to be an unexplainable liminal space in half-sleep where the back and shoulder spasm events can be lessened to an extent as well as somehow subliminally activated.)

      I explain that the falling giant crow additionally is a staging phrase of “night is falling” (since a crow is black and is also a specific circadian rhythms symbol for me, though I have not captured or recorded all the specific clock times it is rendered as such as I have with cats in some cases, though date markers are more obvious).

      I explain that the “failed flight waking transition”, one of my most common dream sequences since early childhood, is not necessarily of negative implications. It simply describes the type of dream that renders a falling event that is biologically linked to the natural consciousness shift that occurs upon waking.

      I explain how the actual meaning of my dream’s outcome, is that the emergent consciousness factor lands in the closet due to it being the first place I go to to get my clothes to get dressed for school after waking up. The moon had been the induction factor, which transmutes into the waking transition during my dream’s natural ending. The moon becoming the giant crow represents the unconscious (moon, or “night self” as akin to “dream self”) becoming the conscious self waking precursor. I add how “When the Moon is in the Seventh House” is especially fitting as a title, as ours was the seventh house along our stretch of highway. My dream amused me and colored my mood in a very cheerful way concerning my otherwise tedious task of getting ready for school, so thus my dream was useful in that way. (A specific dream often serves more than one purpose.)

      In the last scene, I actually “play” my childhood dream (as if it was a holographic movie over my dream’s main environment), as it originally occurred, although there are differences. The ceiling of the classroom disappears and the moon is present overhead. The full moon (though in reality was waning gibbous and only 85% visible in regard to the original dream) changes into a giant crow and begins falling toward the building.

      Soon, I “become” the giant crow as I am also my dream self’s human body (though at this point, the giant crow is only about three feet from the floor) as it coalesces into my dream self as the emergent consciousness factor. I bend one knee down with my arms up and out at this moment in a sort of dramatic presentation. I awake with the soft abdominal jolt (with a slight kick), which is not unpleasant (rather than the natural falling sensation), as the giant crow’s belly is touching the floor, and I am very surprised that I had not been lucid at any point.



      This is the second time I have recently non-lucidly dreamt of explaining the meaning of a childhood dream in front of an audience (the other being about “The Tadpole’s Ghost” from December 21, 1970). It is probably due to my lifelong study of my own dreams while realizing that much of what is published about dreams is a sham (especially the irritating myths that dominate dream lore).

      My dream also related to thinking about mapping more dreams more specifically, though only on the two main sites I post where the present count is about 3,500 (which is less than one-tenth of my total number of records and study data - though I do hope to have about 10,000 in a few years at least on tumblr if it is still there).


      Tags: crow, moon, teaching
      Categories
      non-lucid
    12. January 2013, June 2013

      by , 05-01-2017 at 05:53 PM (Fantastical Adventures)
      1/28/13 (L)x2 Value: 0 | Generic Lucid 1
      -I went outside during the night, and looked into the sky. I wanted to fly, so I ran onto the street. Some boys came out of the bushes and it suddenly became daytime. Still trying to fly. Went down the street to try to fly, then woke up.
      -I was in my room and became lucid, tried to shapeshift, and woke up.

      Lucid Triggers: 10*, field*, c, digital clock

      6/29/13 | Disaster Dream
      Carter and Andy (Eureka) were in a strange, small town. Once random things started happening, such as the Majora’s Mask moon appearing over the town, everybody, including me, fled towards the barriers. They opened once we got there. Also, people were swimming in the lake that the barriers were placed over. |1st barrier: 69 mph wind; 2nd: 73 mph wind| Things started exploding.
    13. Garden of the Moon

      by , 04-21-2017 at 12:29 AM (New Dream Adventures of Raven Knight)
      2017, 04-17

      Garden of the Moon

      I am flying through space in my Fire Valkyrie. I am heading for the moon. Right now I am not really thinking about anything special, I am finding the flight through space rather relaxing. Everything seems so peaceful up here. I fly through space and I see the moon up ahead. I fly in and then I fly low over the surface of the moon, looking for any reason why I might be here. As I fly over the surface of the moon I spot a tower in the distance. I approach the tower and I see there is a landing bay near the top of the tower, so I fly into the landing bay. I get out of my ship and look around the landing bay. Nothing looks damaged, but it has a strangely abandoned feel. I head for the doors into the main part of the tower. The doors slide open and I get into the elevator. The elevator goes down quickly, though I notice a few strange noises that I’m not exactly sure if it’s supposed to be making. Soon the doors slide open and I am in the room at the bottom of the tower. I cross over and open the doors to the outside. There is no need for an airlock since the area outside is inside the biodome and is an Earth atmosphere.

      I look around the area outside the tower and I am looking at a completely unfamiliar place. It looks like I am in what used to be a beautiful garden, though now it looks like it has been dead for years. At first I don’t recognize anything around the tower, but then I see a bench next to an empty pond that has fish bones on the bottom. I remember the koi pond that used to be here, with the colorful fish in the crystal clear water surrounded by the beautiful garden, flowers and trees. I remembered sitting on the bench on numerous occasions, watching the fish in the water. That gets me feeling a bit sad, thinking of friends from the past, some who said they would always be there and were as brothers and sisters to me, but now they’ve turned away for whatever reasons I do not know and I will probably never know. But then there are the ones who are still around, who have stayed through good times and bad…

      So now I’ve ended up with a strange mix of feelings and I decide to just set it all out with a bit of music. I find that I have an ocarina hanging on a cord around my neck that is similar to the ocarina in Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I take the ocarina out and I start playing whatever comes to mind. I’m not playing any tune in particular, I’m just letting the music flow. As I am playing I see the area filling with a golden light that’s emanating from my ocarina as I play. Everything the golden light touches is bought to life. Green things start growing again, leaves sprout on the trees, flowers bloom bright and colorful… I am not really paying much attention to what is going on around me, I have gotten caught up in the music I am playing so I just continue.

      I play on for a while longer and focus on certain things I remember. The koi pond with the plants and trees around it and the bench sitting beside it, a stream cascading into the pond comes back to life and fills it, complete with fish. The healing hot springs come to life, with steaming water bubbling from openings in the rock at the bottom and the pools quickly fill with the hot water. I am remembering a special tree that was planted by a friend I no longer have contact with, but I’m not wanting the tree to disappear. It is lifeless and dead when I first find it, but then it comes back to life so quickly and bares its “fruit” which take the form of various types of fresh breads nestled in leaf wrappings to keep them fresh and warm. And there is another tree that I don’t remember as well, but it is also lifeless and dead when I find it, but as the golden energy surrounds the tree it is returned to life and sprouts many purple colored leaves that look more like flowers to me, it is very beautiful. I stop playing for now, though I know there is a lot that still has to be restored. I don’t get the chance to do that, however, as everything around me fades to black and I wake up.
      Tags: biodome, healing, moon
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    14. Earth Moon

      by , 02-13-2017 at 10:06 PM (The Dream Adventures of MadMonkey)
      It has been a couple months since I have been able to focus a lot of effort on lucid dreaming. I have had some lucid dreams but nothing worth sharing. I am graduated from college now so in theory I should have plenty of time. However, the stress of finding a job seems to be just as bad as actually being busy. lol

      I think I will make it my goal to fly to the moon. I definitely can fly fast enough to get there now. I just have to get past some mental blocks. I might try just crashing into the moon next time. Might be easier than landing.


      02.13.2017
      09:00 AM
      Moon (DILD)

      It is the first day of a college biology class. I had to order three books for this class and only two of them have arrived in the mail yet. That's probably okay though because there is rarely homework in the first week of a class.

      Later that week I realize there was an online quiz that I forgot to take. Shouldn't hurt my grade to much though. When I arrive in class I see everyone turning in short essays. Now my grade might be pretty bad and I am getting stressed.

      I am at home and I have a box in the mail. I pick open it up and its the thirds book for the biology class. Wait, I don't have a biology class. In fact, I graduated last semester.
      I am dreaming. I do a nose plug RC and the breath goes through my fingers much more smoothly than normal. That is because I am lying on my side when I normally sleep on my stomach. I look at my hand and I have 6 fingers. I smile and make my hand have a dozen or two fingers. I stabilize and remember my goal is to fly to the mood. I walk out the front door and look up to see the earth where the moon normally is. I guess I will fly there instead and see what life is like there. I jump up and fly. I block my view of the moon with my hand and the horizon leaves me. I look at the earth moon but it fades away. Dang it. I see it again in a different direction but it also fades away. I wake up.

      After going back to sleep I had a non lucid that jumped between the perspectives of a few dream characters sort of like a novel. It got interesting when one of the dream characters started remembering my memories from the other characters. He/I then got caught up in the drama of the other characters who where his acquaintances.
      Tags: dild, moon
      Categories
      lucid
    15. 1/25/17 (L)x3 DILDx3 | Radiation, Moon

      by , 01-26-2017 at 02:28 AM (Fantastical Adventures)
      This was close to containing 2 DEILDs(figured out how to do that again!), but there was a lapse in consciousness both times.
      -1-There was a guy demonstrating the function of the hiding compartment next to an item contaminated with radiation. It protected the user completely…in theory. However, it didn’t work, so the guy died. This was all inside a dark room of an abandoned, messy lab/facility. After he died, I became lucid. I did part of my routine, but forgot the second half of it, which was the stabilization portion.
      Time: 30-40 seconds
      -2-I was in an unknown house. My older sister was in an adjacent room, watching something on a TV. I noticed a package on a container. I opened it up, and it was a drill. Then, I tried turning on a light, but it didn’t work. My first thought was ‘power failure?’ and flipped a second broken switch. Then, I became lucid from an RC. I did the first half of the procedure then woke up again.
      Time: 20-30 seconds
      -3-Another light switch failure and a certain memory caused me to RC and become lucid once more. Here, a truck arrived at this version of the B.h. Also, I rose the sun back up when it set in the south. At the same time, the very large/close moon rose in the south with an incorrect light source direction. This time, I woke up right in the middle of my routine.
      Time: 30-50 seconds
      Total Lucid Time: 1min20sec – 2min

      btw, the routine I keep referring to is a lengthy one, increasing lucidity during the first half, and completely stabilizing in the second half. This has worked consistently for conventional DILDs. However, for WILDs/unstable dreams, I'll have to add in some stabilization time just prior to the routine.

      Updated 05-01-2017 at 12:25 AM by 67050

      Categories
      lucid
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