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    1. Two lucids after very long dry spell

      by , 09-02-2018 at 03:29 PM (4th DJ-Attempt)
      Between July-August 2018

      1st one I was driving a car towards my grandparents town. I’m sitting next to a woman talking something about lucidity when I ask my self if it’s not a dream already, I realize the feeling! I jump out of the car and start walking to a purple building close to the road. I see a blue colored butterfly while walking there, I want to explore some but I start to lose sensibility of my legs dream fade out until I wake up.

      2nd one was a couple of days after, it was after an anxious dream where I have to find sort of Bus station in the old city where I used to live. I’m walking on a street next to a river. The street is at a higher level, around 20 m high. I can see the river shore from above. I’m afraid to fall down when all of the sudden came the idea if it’s a dream! i realize the feeling, I decide to jump down. Nice fall. When I reach the ground, I notice I’ve changed my shape to a sort of mixture between a Gorilla and a Yeti. I see I have white hairs. I run four legged for a while, it’s nice to feel it again I was running that way until I woke up
    2. The Further Chronicles of Narnia and the Old Hag

      by , 07-25-2013 at 02:12 AM
      07-21-2013 -- I am walking by an apartment complex on either Hickory or Dale, where there is no apartment complex. I am more or less minding my own business, when I run into this guy who starts yelling at me. He tells me I am worthless and horrible, and he knew my mother, and my actions caused her to die in sorrow, and I ought to just go off and die, myself ... he goes on and on and on with really horrible accusations. I think back to the life my mother lived, and how old she was when she died, and how our relationship was (fine), and I can't see any reason for his accusations, and I tell him so, but he just keeps screaming at me, while I sit at this picnic table and begin to doubt myself and feel worse and worse. He finally stalks off, leaving me depressed, until a nice fellow I recognize from around the place comes up to me, asks me what is wrong, and tries to console me for a bit.

      Soon I am feeling a little better, and I start to look around. I spot something that seems a little interesting: there is an empty tape box sitting next to an unlabeled tape, and the tape box says it is the first of three parts in a continuation of the Chronicles of Narnia, the first of which is about the silver throne at Cair Paravel. I instantly slide the unlabeled tape into a machine that instantly makes me a copy of it.

      Soon I find myself in a family-type setting with a father and his little girl, and there is a VCR there, so I stick the tape in, wanting to watch it. There is a flash of light, and I suddenly realize. I have no idea what is on this tape. Sure, it could have been the the tape of the new Chronicles. It could also be a porno tape, just about to blare out a sex scene in front of this little girl! I violently stab at the eject button, and we see just a couple of seconds of a pair of silver boots sitting right in front of a ruby throne, before the tape ejects. I guess it was the right tape.

      The father glances at me, as if to ask what's up, and I explain about the whole thing, and not being sure about what was on the tape, and even about feeling guilty for copying it. I apologize, and he looks at me like I am crazy, and decides to ignore me. He may be ignoring me, but a Narnian dwarf suddenly appears in front of me and tells me it is no real problem. If I can't finish the tape before leaving the library, they'll gladly make a transcript for me. He takes the tape and disappears with a pop, and I suddenly know the next time I make it back to the room where I copied the tape, I'll have a printed copy of it that I can take legally. I start to walk away feeling much better about myself.

      I soon find myself in a small village of small houses with thatched roofs, and a young woman asks me what I am so happy about. I start to explain about more stories in Narnia, and the dwarf and the video tape, but she is walking away from me to the right. I turn to the left and see the same woman, and her daughter, and she asks me "What are you talking about?" "The Narnia story I was just telling you about." She says I wasn't telling her about any story, and I turn to look to the right and see a bent and shuffling old woman just about to turn the corner. She seems very sinister, somehow. I call out to her to wait a second, but she just continues around the corner.

      I chase after her, and I see her just entering a crowd, so I continue forward, but when I get there, she is nowhere in sight. It is like she just disappeared into thin air. I find myself in the middle of maybe a dozen or so clowns, in rather duller makeup than normal, and ask if it is a convention or something. I am waiting for an answer, until I hear a noise that causes me to turn around back the way I came. There are three little girls standing there, being approached by a bent old hag looking more and more like the hag the queen turned into in Snow White to give her the apple. I realize whatever this thing is, it can change shapes to look like anybody it wants to. I run forward to grapple with 'her' and protect the little girls, and I suddenly find I am wrestling with a grim reaper figure in black robes (which I facetiously refer to as Skeletor) and losing the battle.

      Finally I start speaking to it in the name of Jesus, and it starts to steam a little bit, and flinch back from me in pain, and as I continue, it breaks away and tries to run off. I give chase again, but it runs forward into another crowd of people. I run forward, and find myself being grabbed. I tense, ready to fight, but it is three Golden Horseshoe can-can girls who have pulled me into a tickle war. Three ladies working together, not one, not the thing, whatever it is. Soon I am walking along, studying everyone I see very carefully, looking for the old hag, or any single person.

      Suddenly I find it is very dark, almost pitch black, and I am walking near the door to my apartment complex with no idea how I got there. It is kind of foggy, and there is a forboding figure looming in the fog just by my door. Just as I realize I have fallen asleep at some point, and am now dreaming, the figure jumps out and attacks me. Now I am able to see it's true form, a red devil in a black death robe, and I am very, very scared that this thing can invade me dreams. But there is no hesitation this time. "I come against you in the name of Jesus! I come against you in the name of Jesus!" It is flinching at the name. "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" Suddenly there is a powerful figure, an angel, standing next to me, battling the creature. Unexpectedly, it is female. I thought angels were male ....

      She speaks in one of it's ears "I come against you in the name of Jesus." I follow and do the same. She does the same to the other ear, and again I follow, and do the same. It writhes at our words. Just as I realize we ought to do one ear each at the same time, I wake up, panting from the battle.
    3. video game

      by , 08-28-2012 at 02:36 PM
      i remember feeling like i was in a video game with a friend. the enemy was a ghost and zombie character and me and my friend kept shape shifting into those characters. I don't really know what our objective was we just kinda kept moving and killing shit with our little fire balls. I climbed a conveyer belt and stole a package from the boss of the level, apparently he was a nazi cause there was a swatsticker on his telivision set. he was talking on the phone as i opened the package. to my suprise it was a drilll. i didnt want to torture anyone with the drill and i started to hear the dramatic requiem for a dream song play. the phone began to ring nd i hit decline but it just kept ringing.
    4. Navigating the Beauracracy

      by , 11-20-2011 at 08:29 AM
      7/9/2011
      I'm in a basement with washing machines. I'm talking to my dad about college. I waited until late, almost the last day, to register for, uh, registration. They were almost fully booked. I had to sign up for whatever's available. They had an opening. I took it.

      I'm waiting outside a building in the dark, near the concrete steps. I'm talking with someone. I touched a dead baby duck (it looked like a stuffed one with a broken pullstring). I feel dirty. I need to wash my hands. I go inside without my stuff.

      I look for the bathroom, but I get stopped by two security guards. They tell me there's an opening right now. I say ok, just let me go get my stuff (and wash my hands). They say no. I need to hurry before the guy who was supposed to have this appointment time gets here. So I go.

      The building is a bit maze-ish. There's a stair going down in the middle of a room. There's a lady down there, typing at a desk.

      I go to another room for registering. It's an interview. I sit across the desk from a guy who looks like that guy who says 'inconceivable' in The Princess Bride, except he has hair. Or maybe he looks like the mayor from Buffy the Vampire slayer (the one with the todo list saying: eat lunch, become invincible, PTA meeting). He asks me a lot of questions and writes stuff down on a form. Then he asks me what I plan to do for my essay. What essay?? I didn't know there's an essay. And I still need to wash my hands. He explains. There's an essay now, about a computer science topic. I tell him I plan to do it on open source software or linux. He doesn't hear me. I repeat myself. He still doesn't hear. He closes one, but not both, of the doors to the room, limiting the background noise. He hears me this time, and asks me why. I tell him these subjects excite me.

      I write something on the form? I don't remember but later it's got my handwriting on it.

      I suddenly realize the interview is being filmed. I am nervous. The guy is like 'of course it is.' I realize I am not fully dressed. I try to cover up, then decide to try to act nonchalant.

      There are others in the room. The guy whose appointment I got because he was late is one of them, I think. There is a small bed with no mattress off to one side.

      The guy is testing me on something now, only now he is a slender dark-skinned chick. Some porcelain animal cracker shaped things are dropped on the floor. They have the devil in them. You can't touch them, she says, or the devil will go into you. She attempts to clear them up, but it's risky work. The devil will go into objects you touch them with as well, apparently. Afterwards, I am supposed to have noticed something, but I didn't. I feel embarrassed. I missed the social (cultural) cues. She walks around tapping her face making disapproving noises. But the interview is done. I am supposed to take the form... where? The basement? Oh, I get it, to the lady at the desk at the bottom of the stairs.

      I take the form to them. As I am leaving up the stairs, the desk lady (there is another lady there too) gets up. She is commenting on my writing, that my v's are pointy. There is some sort of (hand) writing test that takes a lot of time/pages? The way they are talking makes me uncomfortable, as if they were criticizing.

      At the top of the stairs, the room I am in has two doors, at opposite ends of one wall. I walk to the left door. Both doors are open. Down the hall, I see a guy, but more urgently, I see a dog, painted red and yellow. It's a hellhound! I shut the door quickly, before the dog gets there. It's running. I am just in time. It growls and presses against the door, up on its hind legs. I growl back. Then it goes around and comes in the other door. "Fuck!" I grab a chair, to defend myself with. I'm panicking. The two ladies are nearby, but they won't be able to get to me in time to help. I wake up.

      WILD attempt. No or little SP. Possible brief lucidity. Very fragmented.
      In an elevator. Poisoned. The bottom of the elevator goes up independent of the top, hits the ceiling, and goes through.

      On a bus. There are two kids. I only saw the one with the ugly face. Someone tells me I am the one who taught him to dream (lucidly?).

      I'm in a sitting/kneeling position, falling asleep, worrying I'll hit something and wake. I feel momentary intense arousal. Something about getting a tattoo.

      Updated 11-20-2011 at 08:37 AM by 51129

      Categories
      non-lucid , nightmare
    5. Stop Bugging Me, I'm Trying to Solve the Puzzle

      by , 11-20-2011 at 07:41 AM
      7/8/2011
      I'm trying to solve an interesting puzzle. I keep stumbling across clues, wandering around the wilderness (of Runescape). I find chests and kill goblins and collect the pages. Each one has one red letter on it. When put together, the letters form a message. Some of the goblins have throwing knives. There's a lot of fenced in areas. It makes it hard to navigate (why the hell did they add fences? ngh). Eventually I get close to the last page (I can guess the missing letter). I am in a fenced in area with a goblin, which I kill, and a female friend. We talk. I forget what about.

      I finally solve the puzzle, collecting all of the pages and revealing the secret message: "Say friend and ?get food?." I comment on how lame and unoriginal the first three words are.

      I go to the one building. There are quite a few students there. I walk up to the table that has two people at it. They are part of the puzzle thing somehow. I show them I've solved it, which somehow leads to to getting the two magic words (they are like the magic words from the Demon Slayer quest in Runescape: gabindo and orindum or something). I am about to go test them out when the table guy stops me. There is some confusion. He says I signed up for a group shopping trip (for groceries and such) and never showed up. I explain to him that I always take the bus, by myself, to get groceries. He won't accept it and keeps pressing the issue, and I keep explaining. It's very frustrating. I just want to get on with the puzzle thing. Eventually switch to talking to a supervisor type (possible he changed into the supervisor). I decide to walk off at some point.

      I go into the other room. It's dark. There is some sort of poster or clue there. I try out the first magic word. It takes me to a room with a bunch of levers. They are connected somehow. Pulling one moves another, but only a certain distance and then it's stuck because they are at right angles with each other. It's meant to be solved with a group, but I'm alone since the guy delayed me. I leave.

      The supervisor harasses me some more. I just want to be left alone. I HATE being called a liar. He says I've been acting odd. Others have noticed. He says I'm withdrawn lately and everyone thinks I'm acting coldly. Eventually he comes out and says he thinks I'm a sociopath. I am outraged. I am walking away outside and he is following. I tell him he has no right to judge, as he's not a psychologist or psychiatrist or anything of the sort. My actual therapist says I've got major depression and dysthymia, he can ask her (but I'm a little afraid she will turn on me too).

      I'm running away holding laundry (where did the laundry come from?). I borrow a friend's car to get away. I park the car to mope, with my head in my hands, bowed over the steering wheel and laundry. A guy thinks I am weird of have money or something. There are a lot of jocks and cheerleader types walking past. The guy forces his way into the car and harasses me about hiding money or something. The car moves forward a bit. I tell the guy to get the fuck out and leave me alone. I go back to moping and am thinking about using the second magic word (they have an effect when going through doors) to get away. I'm upset and depressed about being misjudged and falsely accused.

      A different dream, I think. I see my friend's dog, but he is all black instead of black and white. I pet him, but he growls at me and lightly bites me. Then he turns into my brother, D. I think, hang on a minute, I must be dreaming. I get much too excited and wake up. But I don't check if I am actually awake, and I have more dreams after that, so it was probably a false awakening.

      Fragments. A lot of people are into a book that some guru type wrote. I remember something about driving and tall buildings. A microwave that is on while open. I hurriedly get out of the way and turn it off. There is a guy who keeps rolling down staircases. A friend would warn me about it, but one time he warns me too late, and I get hit. The power is out. A friend shut off the power, a bit at a time.

      I somehow hurt my gums, and there is a bit of loose skin. I yank it out. It hurts, and I taste blood. It seems I hurt myself worse than I thought. I look at what came out, and it keeps getting bigger the longer I look at it, until it ends up looking like a handful of strands of ground meat. I tear it apart and throw it away. That was very alarming and gross and worrying.

      Updated 11-20-2011 at 07:47 AM by 51129

      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , false awakening
    6. 23rd Shared Dreaming Attempt - Vesterguard's Dream

      by , 08-27-2011 at 08:25 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Vesterguard's Dream(s)

      non-lucid - Notes - lucid

      27-08-11 Lying in a bed looking up seeing a completely black lizard crawling down towards me. I try and shake it away, but it lands in the back and I become a bit frightened. Not scared, more like you would fear a bee or wasp.

      Besides I don't want to crush it accidentally while lying in bed. I stand up and shake my bed sheets but I can't seem to find it. There are two pairs of socks lying in the bed and I wonder if it has gone in there.


      I am in a garden at a picnic table talking to some people. There are maybe 3-5 people there, one being a woman to my right I believe.

      The main part of the communication takes place between me and one of the twins across the table. He looks fairly young with a slight Hispanic look and with black curly hair to shoulder length or longer.

      We are talking about our dreams, I think I am talking about what happened in mine when he interrupts and says “It's all right she is not coming” to which I reply “Sorry, but that doesn't really mean anything to me”

      Note: I will here provide the details of previous dreams as this particular conversation actually led to recall of previous dreams that I had forgotten. I mean I have been awake and remembered nothing, but this conversation though only bringing up some parts of the other dreams made me remember them (weirdness!)

      1: I start talking about my Jesus dream, where Jesus sort of becomes Moses and the entire “lead my people out of Egypt” gets an action revamp.

      First off Jesus gets a leash on, and he is sort of trapped and his entire people is down a well (a deep and wide one of the kind). Jesus doesn't give a crap about anything but hitting the bottom of that well, so he jumps, the audience left with a slither of hope that he has attained enough power to survive the fall, as he doesn't seem to have mastered flight yet!

      He hits a couple of steps of the ladder leading up the well (some particular hits look like they would shatter vertebra of normal mortal men), but Jesus doesn't seem to care.

      Montage ending, he has led his people out and is now building a tree house with two nature experts for his people while I hold him on a leash and talk to a woman on the bottom.

      2: A dream about my Aunt. She is cleaning my room, while I am lying in the bed trying to fall asleep. I tell her that I have recently cleaned the place though I am sure that I haven't been as thorough as she is.

      I push the bed a bit from the wall to look for... ehhhm... embarrassing tissues =P and realise that it won't be all that bad seeing, as I am not actually sleeping in my bed.

      I get out and help her and in particular I am interested in why she is cleaning the plants. She has one of those spray flasks for cleaning and she splashes it all over the plants, and I am sure they won't appreciate all the chemicals in it. So I reason it must be just water.

      I go and start spraying another plant that has a fine layer of white material over the dirt. She gets annoyed and explains that this is called “Sundt” (Healthy) and shouldn't be watered all that much.

      3: A voice that asks if my grandmother has had her milk yet, she has. I decide to then take a bottle of chocolate milk out of the fridge. I see a half full one and decide to take that. The first bottle out is new, so I figure the angle must have been changed and I look again for the half full one and find it.

      I open it and drink it and it tastes sour, a bit like I would imagine urine to taste like. Besides that when I look at the lid it has transformed into a lid resembling a Ben and Jerry's lid.

      The conversation leads on up until the point where I logically feel (sounds absurd I know) the best sentence to use next would be “She is not coming”.

      Now I am standing on a bridge and the twins are on the ground still looking at me.

      I turn around and think “What the fuck!?” (Did I actually just relay my previous dreams, in a dream and discover myself still in one, by retelling the opening sentence of the conversation? DUDE!?!?)

      I check my hand and sure enough there are 6 fingers. Sweet.

      I look around and are taken aback by the beauty of the garden. There is a little stream running through the middle of it and up on the right hand side there are flower beds with yellow/orange flowers in them.

      Above that I see some white houses with dark brown wooden roof tops in the distance. The light would indicate that it is noon and sunny.

      I walk around for a bit stunned by the vividness of the garden and the tranquil atmosphere. I see a grey haired woman walking along the path next to the stream and I shout out for her (thinking of it it may have been a soundless shout).

      I do that for a while without getting a response so I decide to walk up to her. I get to a point where I have to cross the water stream in order to get to her side. I do this by walking across a low hanging branch of one of the trees, that somehow seems made for walking on.

      As I am walking along on this log, I think to myself “stalking your prey, just like a predator” which in hindsight is probably the stupidest thing I have ever thought.

      I go Darkside (capital D intended).

      I remember the shape shifting experience from my dream yesterday (Would seem like I am now more or less fully proficient at this, though I have had severe issues in the past) and shift into the shape of a giant snake as I am walking on the log.

      I remind myself that I wouldn't feel my arms in this shape and they sort of merge with the functioning of my mouth.

      And I strike.

      The poor woman knows not what hit her. I clasp my jaws around her midsection and take her to the ground, though I can't really feel any part of my body besides the mouth area I have one thought.

      “CRSUH!”

      I look to my right to see if I can see the rest of my body, but it is only vaguely visible and thinner than it would be considering a snake of my size.

      At this point I start thinking “Python” though I am not sure my body is strong enough to crush her (she is not moving at all btw). So I decide that it doesn't matter as the venom from my bite will finish her. Though I know Python's aren't venomous I decide that I am, as it is my dream.

      The feeling of having achieved “the kill” is of primal vicious joy almost sexual in nature. Writing this actually brings back the emotion fairly strongly, though I am utterly ashamed of my actions.

      In front of me is a real python. I am amazed at the markings on it's body and of how real it looks. It is however looking directly at me and it is not looking friendly.

      I pull my body back a bit and it strikes at me, but I am out of range.

      This might be strange to explain, but I will give it a shot.

      In one fluent motion, I jerk backwards, shifting from the python shape back into human form. My arms separate from the mouth so I am now holding the woman in my right hand, with whom I make a sweeping motion like a reverse golf swing against the head of the python. This forces the python back a bit, which is what I needed. At the apex of my swing I let go of the woman, flinging her a bit to my right and upwards (to the left from the Python's perspective) while I jump backwards taking off into flight.

      (seriously the move is more amazing than it sounds, and I didn't think about it consciously, which is proper fucked! It just came natural)

      The Python reacts as expected keeping it's eyes on the prize. In fact it doesn't even wait till she has landed but strikes in the air, catching the woman like a dog would a Frisbee and starts devouring immediately.

      I feel ashamed.

      I turn around so I can see where I am flying. I am not that far off ground and I let my hand drag over some of the garden. The area is now somewhat barren and dry in stark contrast to the previous lush feeling.

      Dark clouds are gathering around me and all the while all I can think is “Oh my god, darkside, darkside, darkside” “Why did I do that”. At the same time I try and calm myself down reminding myself to embrace the darkside we all carry within, though this aint my proudest moment.

      I manage to find some sort of “rest” concerning my actions, though I am not at all happy with what I did.

      I fly onwards up to a square hole in a brick wall. Police officers are waiting on the other side. I fly through the hole tilted 90 degrees and am greeted by the officers.

      They ask me what is in my mouth, and I realise I am chewing on something with a bit of grass or salad as well. “Nothing” I lie.