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Off and on sleep at around 11am, when I noticed my body was very sleepy and I knew I was about to go into either SP or a lucid. So, I thought to myself 'okay let's go lucid' as my body started to feel that numbing high feeling that comes with lucid sometimes. I needed to create a dream scene, so I decided on the skydiving example that I've used in the past. For a moment, I could see the open door of a plane and blue sky out of it, but then that faded quickly. I tried to imagine another scene. For some reason, a girls face appeared in front of my view. She was blue and had darker hair, I couldn't make out any of the details in her face but I've seen her before, probably in the same way as last time, coming into a lucid.

The girl's face fades away, and now I appear in my room from Mechanicsville, except the bed is against my window looking at the wall. The first thing I notice is my hands. I flip them over a couple of times. I notice that the room is very dark, so I shout "illuminate!" but nothing happens. I can sort of tell that the dream is collapsing, so I tell myself "no" and start rubbing my hands together. I can feel friction, and the dream stabilizes. Next, I look up at the ceiling fan and shout "illuminate!" again, and this time the room flickers and then lights up. I celebrate to myself and then decide I was going to go look at myself in the mirror because the image is fucked up in dreams. So I walk into the hallway and into the bathroom. There, I see myself in the reflection, except it's like I'm in a carnival fun house or something where the mirrors distort how you're shaped. I get up close and see my face is all smooshed together and I laugh. Then, I remember that IRL I wrote an "A" on my left hand for the "awake" reality check. I looked down at my left hand and see that where there was an "A", there was just a semi-circle with some lines coming off of it. Then, I noticed under that symbol the words "A MOOSE OWWES" written in red pen. This confuses me one because I thought that people couldn't read in lucid dreams and two that sentence doesn't make any sense at all.

After that, I walk downstairs but halfway through need to take a seat because the dream is collapsing. I rub my hands again and shout "illuminate." I can hear my mom yelling at me from the kitchen. She's telling me that I'm going to distract my sister who is sitting at our counter doing some sort of puzzle. I walk past them and then the dream collapsed.

Ritual: Went to bed 1am, woke at 2, too early to do anything, woke again at 5:40 with fresh NLD, so forced myself to get up and do a proper WBTB. Returned to bed at 6:15, did hybrid of SSILD and counting, but kept getting disturbed by environmental factors. Hard to sleep, eventually dozed off without awareness, finally woke at 7:20 and declared it a failed attempt. I could still squeeze in another hour of sleep though so I figured I'd just try FILD as a last resort.

After this things get confusing. My best guess is that I did FILD, then fell asleep and into a NLD, then... I woke up, or thought I did (might have been an FA), and did FILD again (possibly in the dream state). Then I noticed that my arm was lying free on the bed rather than tucked under my pillow as usual, so I thought, "Fine, I'll do the stupid nose pinch RC," and what do you know, I could breathe! So I knew I was dreaming, but I was very perplexed. I had just been doing FILD and hadn't observed any kind of transition or even a momentary lapse of awareness in which the transition could have occurred. How could I have fallen asleep and not realized it? In retrospect, I really do think that this started as an FA that I mistook for a real waking, so I did FILD without realizing that I was already dreaming. Hey, whatever works.

So I sat up, and immediately became more perplexed. I was in a bed, but it was not the one I had gone to sleep in, and the bedroom also bore no resemblance to mine in RL. I got up and started looking around, but then I realized that I recognized the place after all: hadn't I been having a non-lucid dream here, just before I woke up and tried that FILD attempt? (This also argues for the FILD-during-FA hypothesis, and it wouldn't be the first time I've had a "WILD" that was initiated from within an ongoing dream—a DIWILD?)

This is hard to confirm because I always have a hard time putting dream events in their proper sequence, but there were events I remembered taking place in this building that don't seem lucid and don't fit into my memory of the lucid episode, so I think that must be what happened. That is, all the previous events took place downstairs, but the entire lucid sequence took place upstairs in what I took to be the same house.

NLD: Earlier when I was downstairs, there had been some complicated narrative I don't recall, but it resulted in me opening the front door several times to let cats into the house. At one point there was a really big one, an orange tabby, both large-bodied and very plump. When I saw him sitting on the doorstep I thought he was the biggest cat I'd ever seen, and I invited him in and closed the door. But there had been two or three other orange tabbies of normal size sitting with him, so I relented and opened the door again to let them in too. "Okay, fine, we'll just let them all in." I knew we didn't have room for them all, but figured it wouldn't be fair to turn them away after I'd already let in others. We could sort it out later.

After this I stood in the entry and watched the extra-big cat ambling away down the hall. Now it was even larger than it had seemed at first, with a lean, bony frame that was not at all cat-like. In fact, I thought I recognized what it was, and said to someone standing nearby, "That cat looks an awful lot like a moose. You know, I think it might actually be just a moose with no horns." Only it was still orange, which seemed a very odd color for a moose.

DIWILD: So apparently this all happened earlier, before the FILD attempt, and afterwards I was convinced I was still in the same house. In the wall facing the end of the bed was a doorway to another room, and when I went inside, I encountered someone that I immediately recognized as the moose-cat from earlier, although now he was a human-looking man with orange hair. I was still curious, so I asked him, "Are you a cat or a moose?"

"I have three types of glands," he answered, and I had the impression he was suggesting that he was both, and something more besides, a protean type of creature.

The two of us sat down on the couch, and for a moment my dream libido took over, and I started making out with him. But as things got more intense I recognized that this was a distraction and would accomplish nothing useful. Didn't I have tasks to do? I remembered that last night I had been on DV looking over the monthly tasks for August, and there had been one that I particularly wanted to try out. This seemed like the perfect opportunity. So I disentangled myself from moose-cat-man's embrace and said firmly, "Tell me a word in a foreign language."

It was hard to make out what he said at first. It sounded like "Arab mormon."

"What?" I wasn't sure if I had heard him correctly.

This time he distinctly just said, "Mormon."

It didn't sound like a word in a foreign language, but whatever. Run with it. "Alright, now tell me what it means."

"A married man."

I wasn't very satisfied with this result and wanted to try again. Another DC was in this room, sitting on another small couch further along the same wall, so I went and sat down next to him. This time I made sure my instructions were more explicit from the start: "I want you to tell me a word in a foreign language, and then tell me what it means."

"Sprenn," he said promptly.

"Spread?" I repeated what I had thought I heard at first.

"Sprenn," he clarified, and helpfully spelled it for me. "S-P-R-E-N-N."

"Okay, what does it mean?"

At this he smiled coyly, as if embarrassed. "I'll... tell you later."

I had the impression it must be a word for something naughty, but I needed to find out. "Please?" I wheedled. He shook his head.

I decided to be more forceful. "Come on, you have to tell me!" I tried to think of how to back this up, and added, "It's my homework assignment."

He tried to explain in a roundabout way: "It has to do with the city of Myrkbalik, and the laws of Garibaldi."

The two names he mentioned sounded complicated, so I wanted to make sure I had heard them correctly. "What was the name of the city? Mrkbalik?" He nodded. "And the second name? Garibaldi? Garifaldo?" This reminded me of a name I had heard in waking life, so I tried to remember, then joked with him, "The laws of Janeane Garofolo?"

He laughed, though it wasn't clear whether or not he recognized the pop culture reference, and repeated the name for me. It still sounded closer to "Garibaldi" than anything, though I had so much to remember at this point that I didn't dare ask him to try to spell it. Already in the back of my mind I was cycling through data points "mormon... married man... sprenn... mrkbalik..." trying to make sure I would be able to preserve them through waking.

Mrkbalik... that's how it sounded, and I didn't ask him to confirm the spelling of that one either. But he had said it was a city name, and to my ears it sounded Russian or Eastern European. I had a sudden insight about this DC, and asked him, "You majored in Slavic studies, didn't you?" He confirmed this.

I felt as though this conversation was winding down, so I got up and crossed the room. Against the opposite wall was a sort of shelving unit, framing square cubbyholes about the size you might put a pair of shoes in, six cubbies high and six wide. It was resting on some elevated base so that the fourth row of cubbies up was equal with my eye level. I looked in this row and saw that a couple of the cubbies were inhabited by small kittens. Could the kittens talk, I wonder? If so, I might even try the task again. But as I was wondering this, the little grey tabby kitten in the cubby I was peering into addressed me first. It had a tiny creaky high-pitched voice, like you might expect of a kitten, and said something about how its eyes were damaged or hurting. I was troubled to hear this and wondered how I might help. Since this was a dream, I figured the most effective way to help the kitten would be to correct its expectations. I smiled and said encouragingly, "No, your eyes are perfectly fine!" We had a few more exchanges like this, where the kitten would say something upsetting and I tried to reassure it. I don't remember anything afterwards so around this time I guess I woke up, although I don't have a distinct sense of the moment when it happened.

Moose Rider

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I am in Canada flying on a moose. My friend is next to me on a moose of his own, although his one runs in the air and my one rotates his antlers to fly. I dodge some wires but eventually fall off. I have a jetpack and can save myself. My friends next to me again and we fly onto a little shed. We climb down and find ourselfes infront of an old house.
We go in and find one of those things where you put oxes to power a machine. We find out it was used for slaves back in the day. We look arround and find a weird turtle thingy. I break it and it gets angry. I get scared and flee out of the window.

1: Frag- I was with two characters from a book(dont know what book) one was quiet and only mumbled gibberish and the other was a rebellious loud mouth. We had to crash together in a cabin, in sleeping bags. I remember one female DV who was fit but bald and she was 100% full of herself and snobby but we got along fine.
:shrug:

2: I went to a live show that Jenn put on, she bought the place and organized shows there that were freakshow / burlesque. I waited for the intro and when the girls introduced Jenn i waved at her, she pointed at me and one of the dancers showed me upstairs to wait for her. I was dressed in sexy gothic clothes and had extreme shoes on, and the stairway was tiny and had very awkward stairs. I got up and sat on a couch to wait, and the next thing i remember is sitting in Jenn's lap. Dont remember much else, woke up shortly after.

3: I found Akono, it was a pretty short frag of us slow-mo walking towards each other in a grey room when we got close i gave him a kiss and he held me until i woke up. :3

4: I found out all my family were kinda like wizards. The dream took place in my friend's house down the street from my old house, it was kinda like a haven for my family and some outrageous gay group whom all had AIDS. Everyone looked really exaggerated and i knew i was the closest to one random DC cousin who i had a weird bond with. We held a ceremony to announce who had the strongest powers out of our clan. I didnt know until we were done that i had no power at all.

5: Frag- Last dream i had, i was chillin with Moose. We were walking around a building in a country setting and we sat on some muskoka chairs and talked until i woke up. I dont remember our conversations tho.

I'm in a long building like a warehouse, and there are rows of aquatic fishtanks. Moose is there in a white bathing suit and she has fiery red hair. She's feeding the fish tank by tank, and she doesn't want to do it. I told her I'd take over, and she walked next while I kept feeding the different fish. She told me Cloud was going to marry her mother, and I was like "what!?"

FA

I'm in a tanish looking bedroom, and Moose and J are there. Moose is dressed pretty normal and she has earplugs in. I started telling her about my dream. I told her that the room she had for the fish was like right next to this room, and my friend J looked at me and said "oh, one of them those", and left because he didn't want to hear anything about dreaming. On the tv there was some big guy singing and dancing, and I pointed at how silly he was looking.

There was a paper dj right next to me on the bed. I looked at it and started wondering what I should title the dream, then I woke up.

CnG

Asleep In Class (non-lucid)

I am back in high school, a poetry class. I lie my head down as I listen to students read their writing. I see flashes of my hand with multiple fingers and I remember that I can try and WILD. The feeling changes, and I am lying on my back now.

"Requiem, no sleeping in class" the teacher said.

"I am not sleeping. I am listening." I say. Then I focus on the wild. I think I feel some vibrations.

My friend explains the the class that I am trying to WILD and tells them what it is. They are shocked.

"We are going outside then." the teacher said and my friend shakes me back into the dream.

The dream goes on for awhile, we walk though the halls, and down the steps, outside, and there are too many people out there and it ends.

Looking for Prof. X (Part 1?) (wild)

I know I was close to a wild, I reset my alarm and give it a try. Its been awhile. About 2 minutes or under I get waves of vibrations. I immediately begin to move my dream arms. I am thinking and visualizing the Prof.'s mansion. I am floating outside of my body without vision...I spin multiple times but nothing happens...I keep moving around and my vision, my room forms around me. (I should have used my tv/pc monitor to teleport). I climb onto my roof.

I try to think I am on the mansion roof but look over the edge and me my yard. I lose vision. I spin agin and am in my room. I walk downstairs and out the back door.

I fly high up into the air. Flying is easy but I concentrate on growing wings but nothing happens.

I hear some music. I try to fly to the mansion but, I don't know, all I see is trees and the further I get from the house the music gets louder.

I go back to my yard and see a small electronic device playing the music. It sort of looks like a weird mp3 player with a screen and mouse scroll wheel, it has 2 metal prongs and buttons. I pick it up and go into the alley.

I try to use my mutant powers but nothing happens. My hand just sort of cramps up. I take the device, stick the prongs into my arm and press a button. It leaves to pen ink marks, nothing else.

I continue down the road and see two fire fighters and fire trucks. They are frantically transferring equipment. I think of saving people but there is no burning building.

"Where can I find Prof. X? I ask?

"He is hiding." The women said.

I am sick and tried of chasing dream guides. I regretfully push her down in anger. "Tell me where he is!" I yell.

The man firefighter pulls a gun on me. I grab his hand and turn the gun on him and pull the trigger, blood gushes from his nose and mouth and he falls.

I see a fruit truck drive by and I wake up.

Baseball Shooter (non-lucid)

I am at a baseball game and we hear a gun shot. We see a moose on the ground and another trying to help it up. My teammates and I all go into the woods, we find ourselves in a sort of roller coaster cart and track chasing the hunter. There is a small gun fight when we have our shots, we hit him but he keeps fighting.

He gets real close to our car and I fire several rounds into his chest.

A man explains something about how it is wrong to kill moose.

12/02/2009

Another Snake Dream

What I remember is being in a huge field planting trees. Tons and tons of trees. Like I'm starting an arbor with some people. I keep taking these skinny baby Bradford Pear trees off a truck and bringing them to be planted two by two, with one in each hand. The next thing I know, I'm at what seems to be the house of the property I was working on. I was about to go out the back door when I notice the deck had been sealed recently and I shouldn't go out there. Right as I realize this, a woman yells at me to not go on the deck. Then I look at her, then back outside, and the sky opens up and starts to pour rain on everything. I look around the backyard and I see a HUGE moose out there. I shut the doors to the deck as fast as I can because I'm afraid the moose will get in the house.

I must have made it to the garage somehow because that's where I end up and I'm looking for something. Instead of whatever I'm looking for, I find an angry snake. He's about half as long as I am tall and I catch him somehow and grab him by the head and shut his mouth so he won't bite me. I call for help and someone comes over and I tell him to get a shovel and cut the snake in half in the middle of him. So the guy that came to my rescue does this and then I tell him to cut the head of the snake off the top half. He does this, too. I don't remember anything after that.

Adoption?

I remember being in someone's garage (again?? another garage scene in the same night??) and I'm flipping through a packet of papers reading what looks like a contract. I eventually sign it and the next thing I know I have a little girl who's about eight or nine years old who's ready to go home with me. I can't remember what she looked like or anything, but I remember feeling like she was my child. (which is weird because I don't really want kids!! what's even more strange is I woke up with a Kylie Minogue song in my head: Cruise Control)

So in this dream I start out in the forest with a scoped Ptrs-41 sniper rifle and some land mines. I'm out hunting and I find some moose. It takes two shots to kill one, but when I do I'm instantly sorry and I mourn for the moose. the other ones see me, and the biggest moose says to me," It's ok. You didn't know." They took me in and showed me around the forest. They said I was a different person now and that they forgave me. I thanked them and went off to explore the rest of the forest. I found a gold mine and looked around. I thought it must have belonged to some billionaire criminal guy, so I placed 2 land mines in there. I got out and saw a cliff in the distance. I went up to the cliff and saw a big viking guy up there with a business type criminal, so I was right about who owned the place. I observed them more closely with the scope on my Ptrs-41, but the viking saw me and started throwing axes at me. I dodged most of them but one hit me it the shoulder. I killed the business man with my sniper, and all the animals rejoiced. Later I was in court where the judge let me go because I killed in self defence and because I killed a guy who would have probably gotten sentenced to death if he was ever caught. That's when I woke up.

Night of August 27, 1972. Sunday.



I had been sleeping (in my dream) in my bedroom in Cubitis, with my bed along the west wall (as it is in reality). I hear a noise outside, possibly from near the entrance to our carport. I look out and see a large moose in our front yard, more to the north and facing south and not that far from the front of our house. There is a vivid awareness of it. Even though it is late at night and dark, I am still aware of its form, though it mostly appears in silhouette. It seems to be chewing on Spanish moss or possibly has a “beard” of Spanish moss. I do not see it as any sort of threat. Even though I find it curious, I eventually “go back to sleep” without waking from my dream.

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Rather than pretending that the moose in this dream is some sort of “omen” or “symbol” (though most people probably know what I think of the nonsensical superstitious type of dream “interpretation” by now), I know it was mainly influenced by the cover of “Peter’s Moose” (by Hughie Call, originally published in 1961), a book I had read again prior to this dream. It was usually on my bookshelf near a copy of “George Washington’s Breakfast”. My best friend Toby also had these two children’s books in the tiny bedroom of his family’s mobile home west of Highway Seventeen. As the emergent consciousness factor, it directly relates to the awareness of reading a book and the critical thinking skills of which do not viably exist in the non-lucid dream state.

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