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    1. 37th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-26-2011 at 11:53 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dream

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

      My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.


      “Mountain temple, in my honour”

      The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

      I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

      Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

      I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

      I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

      As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

      A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

      I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

      I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

      I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

      I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

      Skip

      I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

      Wake up.

      Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.
    2. Some fragments

      by , 09-23-2011 at 07:48 AM
      23-09-11 Sexual dream, almost completion, then I discover it is my sister and she goes and fetch me a sandwich or something from the fridge, I awake deeply embarrassed.
      …..........

      Drew, in Bournemouth, that route that is stunning to walk, pick up some weed and smoke quite a lot, walk back to the house, stumble into Janni, hug, somewhat paranoid, but not much, sleep through and wake up to him having rolled quite the amount of spliffs for me, he is gone, walk outside in the field.
      ….........

      Diabloesque thing, walk to first level, loads of books and stuff supposed to be filled with spirits and ghosts, it isn't, demon in next level, calls up and tells me to bring the police, there is a crime scene, I look through the door and throw a cleaver into the body lying in a bed, there is a demon I can see through the walls, I think he kills my partner.
      ….........

      Hiding behind some bushes to catch a killer, it is all set up by the police.
    3. Girls, Guns and heorism, Altered Bus plans

      by , 09-20-2011 at 01:59 PM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      20-09-11 Fell asleep at about 01:00 GMT +1 (woke up at 07:30) after having burned through some neurology pages, intending on meeting up with Kaomea.

      Shoot Out: Save the girl!

      We are in a warehouse and we are aware that there are armed men. My female companion take point and take out a couple of guards on the way into the warehouse. We

      We are wielding M16s, the woman goes in shoots the first and the second, but gets hit. I am at the point of view behind the shooter and I see that where she gets hit isn't lethal, rather on the hands or arms.

      I think I have changed into Fox Moulder and I get really upset at the bastards taking down my partner. I empty the clip into the bad guy, maybe a bit more vindictive than I need be. I take point, I make contact with the little girl behind the desk, there is a fair amount of light coming through the windows.

      I think we might be in there for the girl, I try and establish if there are more bad guys, don't think there is.
      ….................

      Alternative Bus Route

      I am on the bus on my way to Århus, think Ramskov or another of my friends are with me, in fact I think I have to punch in for him. I have to run across the street in order to catch the bus, and the driver seems anoyed (probably because I run out in front of him, breaking his take off) but he decides to stop and let me on board.

      We have to take an alternative route, our driver seems pissed off as he doesn't like the neighbourhood he has to go through. It becomes apparent for a couple of reasons, first off al there are a lot of narrow corners and sharp turns that is almost impossible to make for a bus and secondly there are a lot of middle eastern people in the streets unwilling to move.

      We end up having to go through a garage where all of us bar the driver has to get out of the bus in order to go under some wall. While in the garage a kid is acting up and I end up giving him a slap before I go back in the bus, he seems a bit upset by that and he has some friendly communication with the bus driver and I give him a remark that he should come and work at Falck when he comes of age as he clearly has some mechanical skills, he seems happy at this.
      ….................

      Tiny Tennis Game

      I am standing at a gas station or similar, think I might be chatting to someone when all of a sudden a tennis ball come flying over a fence across the road to where me/we are standing. I run a bit in order to throw the ball back in, but before I can reach it I see a little girl in, I believe, a pink dress/tennis outfit.

      I throw the ball across the street and I see that it bounces slightly off the wall and starts running down the hill. I sure hope it won't get out on the road too much, but at least now she won't have to cross the entire road endangering herself.
      …..................

      Ruminations of the waking state activation

      I am falling asleep and waking up quite a lot in the beginning of the night and my thoughts are on the way my brain is activated. It shifts from being a blue rectangular area to a larger red (not sure of the shape) area. Unfortunately I can't remember which state was witch though I think the larger activation area was the sleeping state.

      Notes: Tanks to Kaomea and Nephanim for the new and enhanced dream format.
    4. 33rd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-18-2011 at 09:07 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dream

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      18-09-11 I am in an office building, it is the one I used to work in in England though it doesn't really look anything like it. I am back working there though my role is changed and besides that I am more confident and have a bit more of a give a fuck attitude towards the place.

      The woman I am going with tells me we have to leave, but then Cyrille steps in and tells me that I am not going anywhere. Think he has a suspicion that we aren't really working when we are off site together. Instead I get tasked with cleaning up the management's staff and meeting area.

      I keep running into Ben T, who seems to be wearing a sling around his arm, but he assures me it isn't. I am not too bothered about having to clean, in fact I decide that I will do it quite thoroughly it beats being on the phone.

      The place is really quite filthy, so I decide to take it one room at the time. Cyrille tells me to get around the edges quite well and I ask if he has an extension for the hoover in that case as I am not going to bend all the way down to do that job. I start out with the kitchen and break area where after I move to an office room rarely used, which is understandable as there are loads of stuff and the floor is filth.

      The dream skips to somewhere else, where I am, not exactly sure where, but then I return to finish the job.

      At one point when I am back doing the work my perspective shifts from the building I am in out to a building far away. I can see that I am in a sky scraper of sorts and that the company only has 2 floors of the building (where in waking life they have a 3 story building completely to themselves). And while I am in this perspective I hear Tim S give a small scale presentation that the company has been successfully sold for some billion “currency” amount.

      I shift back to the building and Tim comes and grabs me and take me through the first floor, which is completely empty, which strikes me as odd and we walk towards the staircase/lift area. He asks me if I remember him giving me this key to the building. I feel ashamed I thought he had forgotten about that, it is a key to get into the building. But I reply “Yes”, “Well can I have it back?”, “No I don't have it any more, I lost it”, “The locks are supposed to be changed when we loose a key, why didn't you tell me?”, I explain that I was somewhat afraid of him and especially that it might have affected my career negatively. He reassures me that he wouldn't have done that.

      Notes: Really bad recall this night, only remember this one. On the plus side I woke up with light in my eyes, which is rare and I haven't slept this well for a long time ^^
    5. A lot of fragments and a short lucid

    6. 32nd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-17-2011 at 11:21 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dreams

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      17-09-11 Some wizard is channelling a spell into a prison, controlling some inmates and guards, they are casting a black magic spell that will make one of the wizard's enemies' hart explode.

      I can't help myself, I am somewhat addicted to the magic and I continue. I hear a voice telling me it is dark stuff, but I am too intrigued.

      I am not supposed to be in the prison I am walking down the stairs to the right until I get down to the bottom. I then look over my left shoulder where the target is standing on a platform surrounded by 6-8 people who are helping with the black magic.

      Someone on my team is apparently releasing the other prisoners from their mind control. I think it is too late.


      Something about Bradley Cooper and Bob Downey Jr. We are part of a movie and it somehow involves a road trip. We are sort of re enacting a film and at one point a I get this comment, “no we shouldn't be holding still here, but rather arrive spontaneously from the other side”. Something about how awesome, yet unexpected if Bob Jr actually comes, but he ends up saying yes.

      Skip.

      A discussion takes place with Bradley Cooper who on drugs has seen a naked man shave his penis that looked more like a Christmas tree (or an elf). Then I see the vision and think there is nothing to be worried about.


      I am in some sort of resort I think, close to the beach and with trees all around and a shopping centre. My family and I are there.

      skip.

      The dream jumps to me in the house of a private investigator that is following me for some reason. I meet an Asian woman in the house who after a little while, I think I threaten her a bit tells me where I can find this private investigator.

      I find him and now they are two against me and he is quite a bit bigger than me as well. He is Caucasian with broad shoulders and fairly long blondish hair.

      I start punching him in the face and alternate a bit between hitting him and the Asian woman while thinking something along the lines of “Evil bitch, you want equal rights? face equal consequences!”. Doesn't actually take a lot of rationalisation to justify punching a woman in the face. I think I get the message across that he should stop following me around

      Skip

      Back at the supermarket it is daytime and I notice the small van of the PI. I see him standing next to it and start running towards him, I notice he has a knife in his hand but I don't care. I charge him, think punching him I the stomach and he stabs me high in my right arm.

      I briefly think that the pain is far milder than I expected, before I pull out the knife and look at it and notice the blade is fairly short. Then I charge further into grabling range of the PI (where he should have the advantage over me) and bury the blade in his throat.

      He doesn't resist for that long and I push him down to rest in an elevated bed of flowers knife still in his throat. Then I take his van, I wonder where my family has gone, but I need to get away. I get inside the van which is very small with only one seat and hope the key is still in, which it isn't but it can still start.

      Then I start driving up the pavement and people move out of the way (think the car can only drive about 10 MpH anyhows. The dream ends when I get stuck trying to drive into a tunnel, though the scenery returns in a latter dream and maybe even the pesky PI.


      I am by the same spot of land with the PI story line and now it is night time and windy as fuck.

      Someone is already in a plane waiting for me to return. The area has to be evacuated and has been a long time ago. I notice the PI's van is there and there is a man trying to get in it. He is no ordinary man though. His legs are gone and you can see his spine and guts hanging out. Besides his facial features looks slightly skeletal, maybe more like his has been flayed from his face.

      He doesn't seem to mind too much, he can still leap a good 10-15 metres and is shouting in a mad voice. I explain something to him or one of my companions that it will probably take him about 10 years to fully recover due to his innate mutant healing factor, but that he will recover none the less.

      He notice us and become interested and shout out cackling “You have a means to get out of this place?” He starts making his way towards the plane and I hope we make it before he reaches it. The dream ends.


      In said plane it is more or less on auto pilot and Bob (the actor version from the Dresden Files series) is guiding a child who is flying the plane.

      The kid has to dodge quite a lot of obstacles in the form of hangar ships out on the water, and sometimes he is selecting quite dangerous routes through tunnels and barely avoiding parked planes.

      “That is why we say Cari..Bou” emphasising the break in the middle of the word that is the name of the plane. The kid has a habit of pulling straight up or straight down and Bob wants him to focus on softer turns.


      I find two ducklings that are tiny. They can both fit in the palm of one hand. I decide to raise them so I grab a big bowl of water for them to swim in. After putting the first in and looking at it as it realise that it is pretty much a natural boat the other one loose both it's legs, which terrifies me.

      I grab it and put it in the water and the legs seem back.

      The entire dream is oriented about the trouble I am having raising these ducks and my family doesn't seem to care.

      I return and the water is being brought to boiling point and I find the small duckling on the stove without its legs again. (actually I remember writing down this fragment in a FA from the lucid I had).

      I return and the ducklings are now swimming around in minestrone soup.


      I am lying in my bed after a brief moment of being awake. I start talking to myself, just let the HHs roll. They don't really intensify that much, but instead I am faced with the feeling of starting to fall deeper into my bed and shortly after I wake up and immediately look at my hands. Surprisingly they look human, though something is off, they might be too chubby or something, but it is difficult to describe.

      I can't really trust it, but I am positive I was just falling asleep so I find a pot and drag it towards me telekinetically. Nothing happens the first second, but then the pot falls to the floor as I continue the mental pull.

      Chess! dream confirmed. I walk to the window and bump against it, but walk through it with a bit more effort and trust in the fact that it is possible. Right what do I want to do, “Blasting rod” I decide and walk over to some bushes and start rummaging through the shadows.

      I think I better not find some sort of lame drumstick like the televised Dresden series, but this is of course exactly what I find. I keep looking through the shadows of this bush and find scorched furniture wood that seems promising at first until I discover it is made of plywood.
      I feel the dream wobbling a bit and I start touching the grass and leaves towards the ground and trying to see if I can smell something. The leaves look fairly detailed, though I notice they have a tinkling spark to them that seems a bit off. Otherwise the colours of autumn are represented in the leafs green, red, brown and yellow.

      Rasmus B, an old school friend comes walking towards me from the direction of the house I was just in. I look up and point the blasting rod towards him to see if I can make fire. I wake up.

      FA: My flatmate comes back from holiday, his face looks weird, but I wonder if it is just because he is tanned.

      I look down and see my new blasting rod, though it is a bit more curved and have some semi-scorched colourings “Oh would you look at that” I think to myself “My blasting rod has manifested from the dream world” (DOOOOOOH!!! XD)

      I start carving in it and is amazed that I can make markings like a hot knife through butter, though the material seems as hard as ivory. I start cutting a small sigil that eventually becomes a big rather deep “V” to indicate that it is mine.
    7. Nap Notes

      by , 09-16-2011 at 07:27 AM
      14-09-11 House, include parts of basement under water, we swim there, there is a woman with extreme long blonde hair, Gwynneth Paltrow style, swim into a section where the water is cold “They are swimming in the cold”, grey/white walls, breathe water exhale “blood” seems a healing effect, exit at back room, she seems like waiting for her lover, I want to be that lover, stroke her hip under water, pink/purple bikini bottoms, “we are playing a game of “...” where we open a cupboard on the wall multiple times. something is written on the cupboard doors. Frustration, goes to the neighbour, has apparently been bought out without consent by a Nancy Botwain, The woman I now feel is my mom, she is senile, my dad comes to get me tells me that I should come and join the family in the house, my mum would like to see me, I explain that she is senile and won't notice me, he disagrees and gets slightly angry with me, my grandfather comes over and tells me that I should come to the house and that once my mum was very fond of spending time there.

      At teachers party, old high school people there.
      Bærentsen there as well
      Have to leave for PI.
      Look around the building.
      Sunny
      High five Rasmus while I leave.
      I am drunk, walking down the street in a meditative state.
      Pleased having finaly found the ability to do it while engaged in normal activity
      Headed for the intersection, when I reach it I get on bike
      I drive but can't seem to find my turn.
      I end up down pedestrian zone, driving past Jacob Haugaard (old satirical representative for the election.
      He is dressed as a mexican advertising free food for the restaurant he is stood outside.
      Onwords I barely get past “Fætter BR” and some other fairly massive costumed mascot.
      Magrethe Vestager is stood by the church explaining that she doesn't necessarily believe the official 911 report, but she isn't convinced, as the youth is, that it is a government coverup, but she is awaiting further investigation.
      I drive past 4-6 police officers is loose armour
      I drive on a pedestrian zone, but decide to fuck it and just drive slow and careful.
      The police don't bother me, but a semi fat (he seems somewhat retarded) tries walking into me though I have clearly indicated that I will go to his left in the tunnel
      He tells me I am an idiot for doing it in the pedestrian zone and I am only doing it because there is so much television around in connection with the election.
      The turn I have to take seem to shrink and look impossible (physically the perspective is completely off) to pass.

      Eva comes to the house and goes into labour after having explained that she was due 2-3 days ago.
      I get her in the bath room, we have already called a car, which was part of a discussion Eva partook in before she started.
      My aunt and Niece comes including my own niece I think and they get Eva into the car.
      Eva pretty much already has her new child out

      Something about me having put ups some bars across the facade of housing and the owners decided to stop the project on a couple of buildings as they found it too expensive.
    8. School reunion, brazilian boat in the back serving up Ayahuasca

      by , 09-16-2011 at 07:25 AM
      15-09-11 School reunion party, Sine's brother is there he accidentally pulls up a bag of coke, Sine looks disturbed, but tells him she wants some, get really hammered, end up at Bo's place, drinks get spilled, people say they went to bed at around 3, though I have no memory after noon (15 hour gap hooray). People are drinking, I am staying over.

      Skip.

      The reason I am staying over, go out the back, down to the river, in an Amazonian rainforest, by the actual Amazon river, there is a house boat with two people in it, an older and younger man. The younger man seems to have fluorescent yellow/green skin and doesn't actually look indigenous. The older man is very hostile towards different cultures, so is the younger to be fair. They have a pot of Ayahuasca brewing and I really wanna try that, but they don't trust me, so I ask if I can bring some sort of gift to prove that I am friendly, he wants paper and batteries and I tell him I can get that in a heartbeat

      Notes: Soooo pissed off I didn't return to this, this has become a main lucid goal for now though!


      At Bo's place, Djana comes up and sits in my lap, which I consider strange, she drops some ear rings in my left palm, and I get a vague memory of being with her the night before (during my 15 hour memory lapse), she got those ear rings from Bo, she asks me “don't you agree that it is about time for us to leave?”, which I do, but I am hanging around for some reason, but I seem to have forgotten the purpose. I look in the freezer and it is filled with beer, I try and take one, but fail.


      Something about the car.
    9. Sharing with Silas, Smoke-A-"Ton" 2011

      by , 09-13-2011 at 08:29 AM
      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      13-09-11 I am lying in my bed and I can hear Silas talking to someone, a dream entitiy. For some reason I think he is talking about a location I know and that he is part of IOSDP. I keep thinking windmill, which is then repeated by the dream entity and he talks about bikes as well. I think I know the location he is talking about so I think hard about Vesterguard, and this is eventually repeated by the dream entity as well, first as guard and then the full name.

      Not sure if the above section was a FA or HH → pre REM dreaming.

      I am lucid and the dream starts forming. I am in the sea, swimming around unable to get to shore, know I am dreaming, but my vision is blurry and I have limited control. I see light in the horizon out over the water and what would be a sea port town. I eventually stabilise the dream through breathing.

      I am waiting for Silas or ”Crusher” (definitely a name with a C, though I will refer to him as Silas from now on) or whatever to get out of the water. I decide to finish off the TotM tasks. Walking on water was simple enough have, but I have to try a bit harder to pull out a ball of water from the ocean mentally, the water keeps rippling where I try and pull out the ball, and sling it maybe 20 metre in a forward arch (this is what I tried to do in the first lucid I had, but got interrupted).

      Silas comes into shore and I take him to the place I thought was the place, but it turns out he doesn't recognise it it. We talk a bit about us both being new to this whole IOSDP thing and that we will just continue marching on writing down our stuff and trying to meet.

      Silas takes off and I try and do a cool back flip onto a little hut, that turns into a chest in my grand father's house, albeit a very tall chest and the back flip is sub par. I jump down and someone is using a crowbar to tear through a thin wall.

      ”We have nearly destroyed my grand mother's house” I say, think to either Silas or the person using the crowbar. I am in the basement and I say ”Well, see you around” and try and fly out, but can't get through the walls or windows, I try and open the windows and now I have the crowbar, they are too small, I try another one and get stuck looking at some girl/woman who I tell I have been playing around and stuff. She tells me I have been playing with (don't recall name) a baby girl, because apparently I have colour in my face.


      Notes: Though lucid the entire time even with access to waking memory (cf. The TotM tasks) I don't realise that I am talking to Silas, a TV show character and treat him as a member of the IOSDP. Aside from that the control I had in this dream was horrible apart from the TotM stuff.


      I am in possession of copious amounts of weed, bags that would indicate in the kilos. This particular theme is recurring over what I believe to be a series of dreams. But it is all very fragmented.

      I get back from a party and I am pretty pissed, I think I try and skin up without much success.

      I pick up some weed somewhere and bring it to a friends house, which results in the house getting raided as I bought it of the mum of the girl I was visiting and the dealer didn't want weed around her daughter.

      I run into an old female friend of mine from way back, who explains that they have gone out to town recently where they brought “the other Rasmus” and Sisse and they ended up hooking up and having sex. I was surprised to find that this actually hurt considering it was 8 years ago and that I was only with her for 3 months approximately.

      I return to the first girl's house where I find that the weed I brought the night before is still there. I start making a roach and look for paper. I have some in my pocket, but it is all crumbled up and I am unsure if the clue will stick. Doesn't matter in the end I find some on the table. The roach becomes really weird and some woman calls me from downstairs before I can roll a spliff.

      I am talking to a friend who have found a stash of wed of maybe 3 kilos. He is talking about how it is located in a residential area and he has seen it quite some times just lying there. He argues we could make some profit of it by starting to sell a bit.

      We are under a bridge with graffiti on the wall and in a room which looks sterilised and metallic, though shaped like a container on the inside. This is where the aforementioned 3 kilos of weed is. We get busted and try and explain that we could sell for the dealer, but he doesn't care explains that he deals in larger lumps and as far as he is aware all we do is owe him and eights.


      In a sauna/steam room with a lot of men and I am about to fight my dad. I keep placing well placed uppercuts. He warns me that he will get going soon, there isn't a lot of room to move and I am afraid of bumping into other naked men.


      Kaiser complementing my new jacket and informing me that he will start shopping in second hand shops as well.
    10. Train Climbing and A Station of Light

      by , 09-12-2011 at 09:38 PM (The Imaginarium)
      I’m on a train, but it’s the outside of a freight train. Either I had this dream another night, or I had it earlier this night. There were others with me on the outside, incl. (I think) Homer and Marge Simpson. We’re just powering through country in a wide, gravelled, multi-track rail path. At one point, Homer jumps off and into a bin (green recycle, and the lid closes on him). I tell Marge to do the same.
      I make my way along the train to the front – the engine seemed to be at the back. I don’t remember feeling wind, or fear for that matter. As I get there, someone cries “look out” and a brace myself for another tunnel (from earlier in the dream?). Actually it’s a very small looking station, and we stop at it. I remember seeing the orange, hanging board (what for?) past the traffic lights and trying not to hit it when we stop.



      As I get off the train, I fall and get entwined with a black/yellow striped pole. I don’t know where it came from or what it was for. Someone I knew helped me out of it. As I was leaving the platform, I saw an old friend cross in front of the entrance in official rail uniform. I saw another old friend and female looking down the tunnel so I veered off right. Ticket office? I may have asked where the toilet was, then went to the right passageway, maybe to the toilet. I came back and Lily (from HIMYM) was at another counter sorting out ‘papers’ for this other girl e.g. Passport, driver’s license, ID. I went somewhere and come out on the roof where she was standing, facing away from me.



      She was maybe wearing a fishing hat and some form of baggy dark trousers. Over them she had some sort of green and yellow baggy short shorts and her top was possibly one of those tank tops with straps. The view looked Tuscan, or Renaissance, partly reminiscent of Dubrovnik, but with towers and such. She turned round and maybe smiled at me. Not sure when, but probably at office with Lily: There was a flash when I said something about her dancing. It was all blue and monochrome – high angle, tight cropping – she may have been wearing aviators, and she was dancing. Then cut back to the rest of the dream, whatever it was.
    11. 30th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-11-2011 at 11:16 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dreams

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      11-09-11 I wake up in my bed and have a feeling I am dreaming. I am having trouble opening my right eye. I ask the dream for more vision which it gives me. I am about to just fly through the window as normal, but decide to take a bit of time stabilising the dream this time.

      I do this by grabbing hold of the curtain by the window and really looking at my plants in the window. I normally only have one plant in the window and it looks smaller in the dream than it does in waking life. Besides engaging touch and vision I also try and smell my plants, though without success, however when I do this one of the plants transform right in front of me, which I consider a bit odd as normally I can't really make transformations of objects all that well, but hey it wasn't intentional.

      After some time of doing all of this I sit myself down in the window and notice the weather is grey and drizzling. I think to myself that it is pretty much as it was in waking life. I feel like I am getting ill in waking life and the cold and wind from dream environment is uncomfortable for me so I sit and spend a bit of time altering the chilling sensations so I can still feel them, but without the “cold” feeling attached.

      I fly upwards and encounter an Asian woman hanging in the air along with some laundry out for drying. I am about to just fly past her, but decide to interact a bit, considering the possibility that this may not be a DC. I ask her name, which is really weird and I semi-hate myself for not remembering, and tell her “That is a weird name”, to which she replies “Not as weird as yours!” “Oh yeah, what is my name?” I ask “Stefan Vamt” she replies and I have to concede “Yeah, that is a weird name”.

      Note: First time a DC has given me a name completely different to my own.

      I have been flying around her a bit in order to keep off the ground, at one point I did try just hovering, which went fine, so I don't know why I have been flying around. In any case I get sent spinning into circles, which I at first try to stop.

      “You know what, Spinning, not a bad idea, lets try” So I spin and it nearly crashes the dream and I abort mid way (I think). However I get slung off to one side onto a building my vision faded from the dream completely, but I manage to grab hold of the edge of the roof and start crawling onto the roof until I can feel the roof top (it is a pointy roof) and I start making my way towards the gable.

      When I get to the gable I start getting flashes of the building and more specifically the small water pools at the ground. I decide to try and relax a bit while keeping my sense of touch in the dream. Soon enough the dream stabilises and I take off into flight towards the building across the gap. I decide to just take it easy and observe what the dream presents.

      When I think this the yellow brick wall becomes enriched with detail and I start ascending (not in a spiritual sense). I can't help the expectation that pops into my head as I am going upwards “El Castillo is going to be at the top of the building” which to my joy it is.

      I make my way towards the pyramid that this time actually looks like the actual thing. There are ceremonial artefacts (if you can call crafted objects in a dream artefacts as they aren't necessarily man made), like pottery and such at the top level next to the temple building atop the pyramid.

      I shout out “Fellow dreamers!”, but again my voice seem to be blurry and the words come out slower than normal and at this point I give up on trying to light the beacon, but instead go exploring.

      I turn around and see constructions similar to my first visit. There are columns and archways all over the place and the jungle floor is scattered with smaller buildings all made in something that looks like sandstone.

      The amazing thing is that these buildings doesn't seem intrusive as the foliage is allowed to grow freely, even more astonishing is the sense of living it provides to the city. A perfect integration of architecture and nature, where one adds beauty to the other in a synergistic fashion.

      I look down and spot a large figure and recognise it as one of the feline figures I saw in my first visit here and decide to go and introduce myself. When I get down there it turns out to be a somewhat different figure, as essentially this is a big grey/white cat. It is however a few heads taller than me, has quite the...ehhh.. big bones, is bipedal and dressed in clothing that seems foreign to the city I am in.

      It comes over to me and greets me, it knows about me from the first time I was here as I apparently made quite a gossip. I grab it's out stretched paw.

      I wake up.


      I am in a shop where a couple of my old friends are running it. Furthermore they have an area out back where there are houses and other shops. I walk out into the back and and start talking with the older brother, who doesn't actually look like what I remember and he is wearing overalls.

      I ask him if the entire back housing is theirs as well and he looks around and indicate that not only the houses, but all the shops around the rectangular yard belong to them as well.

      Impressive I think to myself, even that shop up on the corner I once visited is theirs. I walk back into the shop and watch the youngest of the brothers handle a purchase, he seems little more than a baby now and has grown considerably younger.

      I walk out the shop and down the street that transforms into a hallway by first turning into a tunnel type thing. I notice one of the gates on the right hand side is open and know that this is where they keep the Tyrannosaurus, so I can't help but always looking back towards that gate and expect a T Rex come running out, I am close to my room anyway.

      Notes: I finaly understand the term semi-lucid now as this is exactly what I was, I knew I was dreaming sort of, I just hadn't “awoken” yet.

      I open the door to my room on the left hand side and expect a Veloci Raptor (look at my extensive Jurassic Park knowledge of ancient reptiles!) to attack me, even if it does I will just punch it in its face.

      As I walk through my vision starts to fade and I am questioning if I am dreaming
      , but then I notice that my bass is standing upright against one of the sofa's and I know it to be lying on the floor, more specifically I know it to be lying on the floor between the window (where I am trying to go) and me.

      I stabilise by breathing and calming down and gradually my visual sphere of perception is filled out with my room. Along with that I notice that there are quite a lot of tall trees outside in the garden that wouldn't normally be there. I notice that the weather is very similar to the last dream.

      Before I fly out the window I expect El Castillo to be on my right hand side and start flying through the window. But I end up face against the glass and have to break it in order to get through. I fly upwards and to the right and there is something that looks like the pyramid but isn't quite that.

      My flight is terrible and I end up slamming into a yellow building and have to climb up the roof. But strangely I decide to fuck worrying about my lack of control, which seems to strengthen it gradually as the dream progress.

      From the roof of the yellow building I look across at yet another yellow building and run towards it and leap taking off into flight (which is back to normal now). In the top flat on the corner of the building there is a television set running and I think “Great, gonna port there through TV!” which I try, but am unsuccessful.

      I think I just end up on the other side of the building and as I look up there are again loads of buildings that look like El Castillo, but isn't. So I decide to just give up and start flying down the street. The city reminds me of a mixture between Barcelona and a Moroccan city.




      Colours and buildings shaped like that. But the streets are modern and wide and there is plenty of life and activity in the restaurants and bars in the one I am in.

      Like this.



      I notice my mum sitting at a bar that is facing the streets wearing a cowboy hat. I carry on down the street and decides to chill a bit. What was the TotM? something about elements and walking on water. Well no water for me to walk on here, but plenty of wine glasses filled with it.

      I sit down and reach my hand out towards a glass of water and make it boil and bubble. I intend to grab it out of the glass and hold it in the air, but someone talks to me from the back before I get a chance of exercising more control.

      The voice makes me think I don't have much time left, which is weird and I don't even turn around to see who it was. I continue down and find a candle on one of the tables. I start pulling the fire towards me and the flame lengthens towards my hand.

      Lame I think and carry on and find two candles on a table with a stranger sat next to it. I first pull rather hard mentally which extinguish one of the candles. I try again fairly hard, but with a bit more of a gentle build-up of force until the little flame leaps from the candle and into my hand where it continue to burn for a couple of seconds until I wake up.



      Fragments: Sleeping at Kaiser's place.

      Picking up some old winning tickets from my grandmother who is deceased.

      Flying around observing things without a body (non-lucid).
    12. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-10-2011 at 09:45 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dreams

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      10-09-11 I am in Hornslet on the spot right across the road from stopperen. Casper and Krimi are there and we are talking about what to do.

      We decide to go and do some kicks with an American football. I ask what types of kicks and he replies all kinds, scoring kicking off, punting.


      I am at the shore, though there is a cliff side down to the water. We are a group of people, like a club playing a game where we run down the cliff side as quickly as we think safe to do so.

      A girl or someone is calling me, though I don't think it is my phone and a guy tosses it out over the side of the cliff. I get the feeling someone is following us.

      In total I run down the side twice, the second time being when the guy tosses the phone and this time I am a bit quicker than the first. It is all about finding small spots to put a foot and plants that look rooted enough to support the weight when you grab them.

      The second time around there is a guy who shouts fuck it and basically runs the distance. He is wearing black with “big” black hair as well. I decide to raise the pace a bit as well. Halfway down Daniel comes running down rather recklessly and gets stuck. You get the feeling it is his first time and people don't really like him there.

      I swing an arm down and pull him up and hope that he hasn't broken anything. I don't think he has. I think the leader tells me “Nice running and nice DJing too” referring to pulling up Daniel while running.


      I have been jacked, I don't know what they have jacked, but I think it is small nomadic houses.

      They are on a train and I catch up to them and jack the train back, which contains my stuff along with materials to construct new ones.

      There is a car coming towards the train and I fear we are getting derailed, however the car is small enough to drive under the train. There is someone in the car 2 people I think, but I don't know them.

      Think the next obstacle is a tilted train lying across the tracks, but the dream stops before I get to that part.


      A young (18 or so) lesbian is lying on top of someone's mum who is there to pick up her son. She is lying there for quite some time. Sort of get the feeling that it is the first time the lesbian is with a woman as well. She is wearing pink hot pants and a green top.

      Shane comes n and shouts the woman's name. The woman doesn't seem like she has been trying to resist all that hard and you get the feeling the lesbian is hot.
    13. Conquering Fear, Holland, Mayan Jungle Shenanigans

    14. 28th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 09-05-2011 at 08:09 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dreams

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      05-09-11 I am in bed and I get parts of an entity handed over to me by Silas. There are 8 parts in total and I feel like I have finally obtained the right frame of mind and personality to take on the demon.

      I assemble it and am struck with terror. I notice this is how he fights and get up out of bed and defies his will. I get an image of something that looks like a T Rex. It is his will against mine and after a while I plant my feet in the ground probably somewhere in the middle of the room and just stands there and defies the demon.

      Think you can describe the encounter as a stalemate, which is a hell of a lot better than me just simply giving into the utter terror it instils.

      I wake up feeling the remnants of a nightmare, though I know I can manage it mentally because I defied the terror. Quite the ambivalent feeling really.


      I am in a barn with a black horse. The horse is already saddled and I try to calm it down talking to it. It shifts it's attention to the wall behind it, where a black sword is hung upon the wall.

      I walk past the horse and pick up the sword.

      A person appears from the entrance behind the horse and tells me.

      “He can see you know”

      “He tells me that you will go to him of your own free will”

      Fine whatever. I follow the man outside the barn. He is wearing a cape and a cane and maybe a hat, not sure about the hat. There is someone with him, I get the feeling it is an assistant of sorts.

      We are walking on a stone terrace with plenty of hedges and we sort of have to zig zag to get upwards. The caped man and his assistant is humming the humming part of “Fire coming out of the Monkey’s head” by Gorillaz. I am walking ight behind them and with a pace that would soon make me overtake them.

      I am swinging the sword around and generally I don't feel afraid, though I am positive that instilling fear is the prime goal of the caped man.

      Him and his assistant starts walking a bit faster and we all start drumming along. Him with his cane and me with the sword. I have no clue what his assistant is using. It sounds OK, but not great, still I am enjoying it and start laughing a bit.

      We get to the top of the terrace and start walking down the side. The caped man explains that we will go out over sea and signal our return with a flare.

      I pull out my wand and shoot fire out of it, a thin line of fire that lands maybe 20 metres away and cause some embers to appear. “Great I will have to remember how I did that next time I turn lucid, fire has given me a few problems before” I think to myself and keep on walking.

      We get down to a docking area and as it is dark I make light appear out of my hands, still holding my wand. Increase light I think and it happens. Someone is joining us for from behind a hedge and I get the feeling that they are joining us for the journey.

      I think the caped man's assistant is also making light appear out of his palms, though his is brighter than mine.


      I am in Holland. I am there to meet up with Sisse, Edith and Zizika.

      Edith and I are wearing the same jacket, small light brown leathery thing.

      There are videos of Zizika playing in some girl band.

      I meet up with them at a table and Daniel takes my coat and put it on a wall behind us. I am uncomfortable with that as it might slide down onto the other side into the garden behind it.

      skip

      I am at Zizika's house and it is getting late, I am wearing varying amounts of clothes for some reason. I think it is lame of them to leave me there seeing as it is almost half six in the morning.

      I get a call “Dennis, are you ready?”


      Notes: The following FA might continue straight from the above dream.

      I am lying in my bed and I look out the window and can see the roof of the house across the lawn. I have a suspicion that I am having a false awakening as my field of vision is still a bit blurry and incomplete, as the rooftop starts spinning. Spinning or the surroundings alternating between light and dark.

      I remain still and start observing the scenario for a while, it feels too soon to try and move and jeopardise the stability of the dream. I get up as the spinning thing is wearing off and look outside and compared to the façade of just one building as normally there are two streets running down into town.

      Even after this pretty clear realisation I still question if I am dreaming, as the details are quite vivid so I look at my hand and it is blurry with an extra finger. Even considering this I am a bit sceptical as I jump back and pull my feet up and prepare to go through the window feet first. I am a bit relieved when I sense my flight not failing me.

      Outside the window I immediately tell the dream that I want to go to Chichén Itzá, but I can't find anyway near so I try and start spinning. Nothing really happens so I take a leap of faith and close my eyes.

      At first it seems like the dream is fading as I am surrounded by lights, as if you would be looking at your eye lids, only much brighter. However I recall having pulled back a dream in a scenario like this before and I keep making swimming motions.

      It works. The dream is coming back and the setting is now much much brighter. I am in a jungle and there are stone buildings and I get really excited, it definitely has a Mayan feel to it. I am standing by a white sanded shore of either a river, lake or ocean. In front of me are trees, less dense than what you would expect from a tropical forest, and an open forum like plaza.

      I start flying towards this plaza and start calling out “Fellow Dreamers”. I see someone coming towards me or at least in my direction. I fly closer and over her, she looks at me she is riding on some animal and look girlish with blonde/brown hair to down below her shoulders. “Pil?” she says, which could have been “Peel” (suppose even “Pete” though that is probably stretching it as far as you can) “Pil” translated into English is “Arrow”.

      I don't even think to stop and talk to her, but I don't really seem to be completely in control of this particular part of the flight either. I fly over the centre of the forum and looking down I see blue men with feline features.

      “Brilliant! I defo have to speak with them” I think and, but as I start walking back towards where they were they have disappeared. The central spot has something that looks like an altar or something and I don't really fancy disturbing anything so I decide to go look for other dreamers.

      I try keeping the beacon in mind, but I am not really at El Castillo and every time I try and do it I get distracted by black figures I can never really put any features to.

      I fly around for a bit marvelling at the architectural wonders surrounding me. I fly past a small pyramid, waay too small to be El Castillo and carry on. There might be entities of some description at this smaller pyramid. I continue through and come to this place where a great wall with a lot of windows is surrounding an area of jungle.

      This place is heavily ornamented with carved animal heads, although contrary to normal Mayan artistry it is protruding out from the walls instead of being carved into them. It doesn't make the place any less beautiful though, although I am sure I see an elephant at some point, which I find odd thinking about it when awake. At this place I ask the dream to extend itself 10 minutes.

      I decide to try my luck again with the spinning, this time thinking more specifically about El Castillo. Same scenario happens I close my eyes and try and picture it or at least the shape of it. However this time although I make the same swimming motions, I don't get to the pyramid, though it might flash dimly once or twice.

      Instead I am sent back to my bed and something weird happens. I hear a narrator talking about how I have now set foot in the Astral and that my physical damage is increased. Which sounds just too weird and I can't help but laugh myself and wonder if I am going be trapped here for 7-8 minutes. I can wriggle around and rotate freely within my own body and it doesn't seem like the wall I am lying next to is causing problems, though I can't see anything.


      I wake up feeling amazing.
    15. Drawing, driving, cats, etc.

      by , 09-01-2011 at 08:43 PM
      - I was driving a car and lost control of it; I jumped out and it drove itself into this convenience store parking lot a short distance away, and I saw it was a red truck. I ran over there but a man (who I knew was bad somehow) had gotten in and was about to drive away. I jumped in next to him. I don't remember what happened then but it switched to me telling some people about it. I was saying like "yeah so then I got in with him - great idea, right? hahah..."


      - I was at K's house, and went into her living room. It was all dark, and her cat was laying on the rocking chair. I started patting her, and was thinking she had a new name, though I don't remember what it was.

      Then suddenly it was bright again and K's family was in there with me. We were all sitting on the floor, and I was cross-legged with the cat in my lap. She also had these two tiny light orange tabby kittens; you could hold them comfortably in one hand. The cat I had already then climbed up on my chest and was sort of standing and giving me a hug. Someone gave me one of the kittens to hold, and I held it in my left hand, then reached out with my right hand for the other one. Apparently it was really funny that I was covered with cats and everyone was laughing. Someone took a picture then showed it to me.


      - I was going to meet up with N. [lol I always dream about this] I was sitting outside somewhere that seemed like a parking lot, then he texted me to say he was there. I stood up and started walking to where he was, which was just up some stairs and a few meters away. It was this weird, almost cave-like building that was basically like a really big, square, stone entrance, sort of attached to the side of a building. The area looked a lot like a street in my city that I used to walk down on my way to school.

      There were a bunch of people along the sides of the cave thing, and I walked in nervously, not sure if I would recognize him. Then he waved at me and I went over. I was really surprised because he looked exactly like this guy I follow on twitter except with black hair, which I don't think he does really. xD He was also shorter than me. He was holding a bag from KFC and eating from it.

      We left and started walking down the street, and he said something really quietly to me. I was like "what?" and then he started singing really quietly, sometimes adding in spoken words as well. I had to try really hard and lean down slightly to hear him, and soon realized he spoke only in song and confusing metaphors, lol. There was a group of 3 girls behind us, and one of them started repeating everything he sang. I was like "dude this girl is copying you" and he was like "yeah I think she heard that". Then the girls left.

      At some point he asked "so was this what you expected?" I was like "well you look quite a bit more like my old math teacher than I expected..." xD


      - I was with my cousin, I was laying on the top bunk of a bunk bed and he was laying on the floor, and we were both drawing. He had this book for figure drawing he was using. He asked if he could look at my sketchbook. I looked through it a bit to see if I wanted anyone to see. The last few pages had some nice colourful people and stuff, so I gave it to him and said he could start at the back and flip through a couple pages. Instead of a back cover, the book had a couple layers of a colourful neon plastic mini bead curtain.

      He ended up looking at it with his parents there, and the drawings in it were completely different from what I'd just seen. Some were just these crazy psychedelic patterns, but most were variations of this one disco kinda scene, with a bright tiled floor, black background, a disco ball and some lights, but made with different mediums (coloured pencil and watercolour) and with different figures in the middle. He was looking through a lot more pages than I thought he would, and I didn't remember drawing any of them, and I was afraid something bad would come up.

      They ended up being mostly okay, I only remember one that was like a weird naked dog person (nothing was showing), and one that was just a giant weird flabby bald head sitting on the floor. Everyone thought both were really funny.


      Note: Right before bed I ate a large apple and took 200mg of B6. I'd only ever taken 100mg at one time before because I read 200mg was the absolute maximum you should have, but several people here seem to take that much for dreaming, and it seems as long as you don't do it regularly it's okay. I think it did make a difference though, so I'll try it again sometime. I had more vivid dreams than this, but I didn't write them down every time I woke up (which was often) so I forgot a lot. Could be placebo, but it seemed like every time I closed my eyes I seeeee your face thereee for more than a couple minutes, I'd go right into another vivid dream, which isn't normal for me, especially lately.

      Updated 10-30-2011 at 06:14 PM by 13525

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