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ANOTHER FREAKIN SWEET FLYING DREAM!
This time it was completely lucid.. I love this dream so much.. I was being taught how to gain altitude well by max. Which is the protagonist in a book that I'm reading right now. This dream was probably the best flying dream I've had and if I ever fly again in a dream I'm so using wings. Jesus! some more dreams like that and I would be one happy boy!

My wings are reddish brown, more brown then red.. (funny they're usually white though I"m a ginger hehe)

Unlike other dreams this one started more unrealistic and got super realistic to the point where I became lucid, I was having so much fun though I kept doing what I was doing with being taught how to fly with wings and all, it's a whole different thing to fly with wings for me but I got it down a little. Was at the top of a big hill and I was gliding down. Funny how for half the dream the girl teaching me to fly was Max and the other half was Claire.
We were also attacked by some thing.



>_> Oh yeah!~ another dream.. lolol I could talk telepathically to george. It was sweet!



third dream about me ini a zombie apocalypse, I was gettin "couked up" as I put it and wanted to go waste some zombies, this dream was really realistic and I was tired of being home, besides we needed to go scavenge for supplies. I tossed in our usual weapons and this time put in a crowbar. I remember my brother not really wanting to go but I was ready to go by myself.. I said that I wanted to drive a fredign humvee or tank or something that was lying around town from martial law that hit right after the zombies started coming out everywhere. We set off and we saw people living in tents back sorta by our house.. Like a whole little town of people.

I'm at my old house on burford road. Me & Joe are folding and packing up some cloths, i find a dress and some shoes, neither one of us knows who it belongs to. "its probably hayley's, she stayed here a while back - must have left it here" i say to Joe. He agrees with me, the dress is black with white pokadots and a green thread around the edge of the dress.

I ask Joe if he has seen Hayley Lately & he says yes, im slightly taken aback by this as they arent actually friends.

We leave the house and get in my car.

Dream 2

Im now with my italian family, round a dinner table they are telling me about some aftershave i left there, its in a baby blue bottle, they place it on the table and tell me to take it with me, i say something like "oh i had completely forgotten about that"

My family continue to talk to me about things but i blank it out and stare at the aftershave bottle, its a really weird shape...

Dream 3

Im on a beach, its really nice, its hot, sunny and the sea is really blue. Im with my italian family again, i walk away from them all down to a little shed with loads of towels draped all over it, it has a sign that says something about 10 euros. I reach out in my mind to my cousin, Nicola, i ask her a few questions. To my amazement, writing starts to appear on the towel that is closest to me, and its answering the questions i asked!
We talk back and forth for a while, then I turn around and go for a stroll at the seas edge, i end up on a mini island where the sand is more raised and the tide is coming in, i turn back and look at the shed, i see a huge crows of kids all standing there, pointing at it. I figure that nicola must still be communicating so i head back there.

As i get there i find that there is more writing on the towels - i decide to freak out/ show off to, the kids. I strike up the conversation again, out loud this time so they can hear me. The kids are amazed when they see the writing appear, my other cousin Natalia comes over to see what the fuss is about she doesn't believe that i am talking to Nicola, so i say "nic, Natalia is here and she says hi to Daniel" we wait for a few seconds, then writing appears "hey Talia!" She is shocked & gets the whole family to come over.

Dream 4

I am in an urban environment, i am given an option to select a mech suit and choose a red one that looks pretty cool. Once i select it i am INSIDE the mech and enemies start to appear pretty much straight away, i target and lock onto them by imagining my xbox controller and pressing LT. I then fire at them all by pressing A.

I figure out how to use the mechs jet pack and begin flying around above the enemies shooting away. I land on a rooftop and see a load of vehicle type mechs but through a wall next to me, as they are coming out im hammering the LT button and targeting them all, once they are locked, i jet pack up again and blast them whilst in the air.

DJ Log: October 22, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking through an old building with Devon, a good friend of mine. He stops at a large vault door and says, "That door is supposed to stay open at all times." When he opens the door, there is a guy tied up against a pole and another guy standing there giving us an evil glare. Startled, he steps back from the door and the guy slams it shut. Devon goes back to the door and struggles to open it again. The guy on the inside is holding the door shut while he's trying to pull it open. After a bit of struggle, the guy lets the door open, then stabs Devon in the chest with a large knife. He runs off and a couple of other friends chase him down. Devon is bleeding and not doing well at all. Suddenly, medics arrive and start to work on him. After a moment, one of the medics comes to me and says, "He's not going to make it." I walk up to Devon and find that he is struggling to catch the last breath. I take his hand and say, "Look directly into my eyes." When he does, I draw the life from his body and store it in mine.

I tell the medics to connect his body to a life support machine and keep his vitals going while the damage can be repaired. At first they look at me strangely, but then they quickly comply. After some time, they tell me that they have him stabilized. I retrieve a syringe filled with a hazy green liquid from my pocket and hand it to the medic. I say, "Give this to him slowly and he will be fine." As they work on him, I wander off with a couple other friends. As we walk, the old abandoned building morphs into a shopping mall. We walk to the end of the mall, then turn around and make our way back toward the entrance.

As we're walking, I see Devon standing at the order counter of a pretzel shop with a female friend of mine. When he sees me approaching, he turns around and gives me an ecstatic look. We hug while telepathically exchanging quite a bit of information, then he goes back to the counter and finishes his order. While he is ordering, she tells me that he is doing much better now. She leans toward me and gives me a cute grin while saying, "You do know that he wants you really bad, right?" I reply, "Yes, I know. The feeling is mutual."

When Devon gets his pretzel, we leave everyone else behind and walk off into the fading dream scape.

I am thankful that I was able to log this one. My brain was emptying itself quicker than I could transfer the dream's memory to my journal.

I dreamed I was in a farm, and on that farm i had a pig and a dog. The pig was huge, the dog was brown and white, it had no pedigree .
The pig seemed at times that he wanted to bite me and the dog, but never did.
The pig started chasing me and I started running, until we arrived at a clearing, with walls,and a loquat tree in the middle and some junk scattered.
My white car was standing there.
I went into the car, tried to close the door, and suddenly the pig, with the balance of the race, hit the door in the middle , and put a huge dent in it.
I took away the pig and managed to close the door ... the pig quit attacking me.
The pig and the dog started walking in circles around my car, peacefully.
I threw them pieces of bread.
They put their front paws resting on the hood of my car and pick up the pieces of bread with their muzzles.
Sometimes the pig tries to catch the dog´s piece of bread and the opposite happens too, but I “say to them” who should eat the bread that I’m throwing.
I talk to the dog and to the pig telepathically.

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Comments: Part of the dateless dreams series

So this was probably one of my first Lucids, and I've only recently found it again. Here it goes;


I wound up in the middle of my house's backyard, a big open area of grass, hardly any obstacles. Very big, and very flat. It was daytime.

I haven't seen the few trees in this yard so healthy looking for a long time.
I paused, and pondered the maple tree across from me a bit further.

That's because, I thought, it is winter.

So this is a dream, then. Great! I should fly. I've never flown before, I wonder what it will be like.

I remembered the brief spark of lucidity I had about a month ago in one of my dreams. I was indoors and I tried to fly by smashing a hole in the ceiling. I hurt myself so much I woke up with a headache.

So I should be more careful this time.

When I fly, I thought, I will feel the wind brushing against me. I will hear the air resistance. I will see my surroundings as I am above them. I will smell and taste clean air. The climate will be a warm with a breeze. I fully believed myself, then I began focusing less on what I want it to feel like, and more on doing it. I was walking the perimeter of the fence, scanning for an open are to start flying. I found it momentarily. It was a somewhat narrow space between the side of my fence and the side of my white, crumbling shed. Narrow, but all I needed was forward room. I have never flown before, it was just instinct. I ran swiftly forward, arms sharp behind me in a 30 degree angle, as though cutting through air. As I ran I thought;

Gravity does not exist in dreams. Not this one. Not in my dreams. I will not allow physics to restrain me, that would be for fail noobs, and since I'm a pr0 h4x0R I have full control over my dreams, especially with my temporarily acquired cocky gamer attitude. And I will make myself fly.

I said this with full confidence and determination, especially after the last lucid dream. That one with me smashing my skull against the ceiling in attempt to fly. At this, I looked up. No ceiling. Perfect. One thing I might add; while I was thinking, my dream seemed to slow down. When I started focusing on flying, it was at correct speed again. Weird.

I jumped, and I had my first successful flight. Sure enough, I felt what I expected to feel. I flew to the three fourths the height of my pecan tree. I flew above my puny one-floor house, and faced the street. Now I wanted to fly over the street. At the intersection of the street I live on, I saw a large pile of dirt. A random thought came to mind;

It's a good thing I'm laying in bed.

Then the weird parts happen. The dream starts to destabilize, then the pile of dirt started to... talk to me. It communicated using telepathy.

"You are not in bed, child, you are really here. I waking life."

Sleepwalking? Perhaps. Better safe than sorry, I thought. Then I purposefully awakened myself. I lay in bed. About six 'o' clock. No crossroads. That mean pile of dirt lied to me. I facepalmed myself for allowing myself to wake myself up, but I had a joyful feeling nevertheless.

1. My dad had made a scavenger hunt for my mom, and I was helping her with it along with my little brother and sister. Mom was getting more and more emotional as we went, and by the time we found the last clue I could tell that the ending was going to be really special. I decided to wait behind, and told my siblings to wait too, so mom could experience the ending by herself. However, she got to a certain spot about 100 feet away from us and picked up a shovel and started digging, so I decided to go help her. About 45 degrees to the right of her from where I was standing, I saw a shovel under a little roof-with-no-walls, whatever you call those things. I picked it up (it was red) and turned to look at my mom, but she pointed to something that I couldn't see, because something was in the way, but I knew that it was a shovel. So I dropped the shovel I had and went and picked up the other one, which was blue. Then, I went and helped her dig. Buried maybe a foot under the ground was a red and gold chest, which was medium-size. We opened it, and dad had poured an incredible amount of love into this treasure chest. The love poured over us and completely overwhelmed us, and we both started sobbing. It felt amazing. After a minute or so, mom shut the chest. We all got in the car, which was parked a little ways away, and started driving. I was still crying uncontrollably. I was in the passenger seat. We pulled up to a stoplight in the left lane (but still on the right side of the road) and another car pulled up in the right lane. I was already looking out the window, so the car just pulled into my view. In the driver seat was a girl who was maybe in her 20's, but she was sitting on the front of the seat, and a young child was sitting behind her. They looked alike: they both had brown hair and kind of round faces. They both started looking at me, and so I covered my face because I didn't want to see anyone and I didn't want anyone to see me, but just as I was covering my face, I noticed the way the younger girl (she looked like she was maybe 7 or 8) was looking at me. It was a very interesting look, like she wasn't even human, it contained something like coolness or aloofness, but also compassion. Her eyes were very unnatural, or maybe the eyes themselves weren't unnatural, but they jumped out at me, so that I felt like she was actually floating in the space between the two cars, and they were kind of swirling. They kept changing color, from brown to green to blue, to slightly orangeish, to purple, cycling through a bunch of colors, but on certain colors they would sort of flare up, not in an angry sense, but they just seemed more luminous, brighter, and they peaked when they turned to blue, and I felt total understanding in her eyes. Her mouth seemed to say everything at once, but somehow it wasn't disapproving. It's hard to explain, but she seemed to be giving a commentary on everything in the world just by her mouth, and there was positive and negative, but the negative wasn't negative, and the positive was no different from the negative, and both sides sort of combined into an intellectual or at least informed expression of love that dizzied me with how intelligent and fashionable (not good-looking, but sort of... stylish) and somehow she was very beautiful in a strange, nonhuman sort of way, in the same way that you might call a cat beautiful. I think she was a cherub. I noticed all of this in the split second that I was covering my face, or rather I had already seen it but it took me a second to process it, so that by the time I was thinking about her I already had covered my face. And I was still crying, but I sort of slid my hands down my face until I wasn't covering my eyes, but I was still covering my nose and mouth, and we looked at each other, and... were in a sort of communion. During this second look, even her hair was changing colors, gold and dark brown and orange, it flared up just like her eyes when it turned orange, and she opened her mouth and I felt like I was going to die, and then my car started going, leaving the other car behind, but I was only partially aware that she wasn't even there anymore, because she was sort of burnt into my mind. The last thing I remember is my vision going dark, with her hair turning fiery red (she wasn't even there anymore, this was from the after-image) and turning into a blanket, which was flat like a floating square, but tilted a little bit, so that the right bottom corner was lower than the left one, and then it was coming towards me, enveloping my vision, and still rotating clockwise, until it totally covered me.


Definitely one of the best dreams I have ever had.




2. My second dream, after I woke up and went back to sleep, was much more prosaic. I was in a building, and I was standing there, and I was supposed to go somewhere, but I wasn't, don't know why, but anyway there was this girl, who looked kind of like a fish and a lollipop put together, sounds weird but that's the only way to describe her (she was kind of weird looking). She was doing the same thing as me, just standing there, and I had a feeling we had a lot in common. I said hi and we had a pretty long conversation which I don't remember, but I was thinking, we could definitely be pretty good friends, so I asked her what her name was, and she said "Legack". I thought, that's a strange name but whatever, and typed it into my phone, and said, let's swap phone numbers. She said sure, and told me her phone number (I don't remember it) and I typed it into my phone, and she typed mine into her phone, although I don't remember actually telling her my number. Then (I have an iphone, and when you're entering a new contact on iphone, there are like a million slots where you can type little facts about the person) I started scrolling through the facts, and they looked really complicated. They were all computer-programming-y, and had to do with how texting worked. For example, a lot of them were slots where you could type some code saying 'if this person says a, display it on my phone as b'. I was scrolling through them, saying, "okay, I don't think we need to do any of this" but she said "no it's important". So we stood there for a while, both looking at my phone trying to figure how to type the right codes in, but we couldn't really figure it out.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I, possibly as a little boy, stood on what looked like the crumbled walls of ancient American ruins below a purple sky. I saw myself from behind, and maybe a few meters away. The walls I stood on were less than a meter tall, and they seemed to have all been cleaned out and made presentable for tourists.

The purple sky almost looked like a stage sky, or like the screen-dome of a planetarium, shaded purple. There was a form in the sky, maybe up from the horizon at about a 30 degree angle. The form was almost elliptical, like a half-open mouth. The form was full of black and grey circles and circles within circles. It was almost like gravel.

I knew that people used this form in the sky as a kind of transmitter for psychic messages. I may have used the form. But mainly it was older men, who may possibly have been known as wise men.

I thought it was kind of silly that people were using suchs a complicated method of psychic sending, a big transmitter in the sky, and psychic reception. I cynically reflected, Haven't these guys ever heard of cell phones?

I then felt bad. I didn't want the wise men to think I thought they were stupid, and I didn't want other people to think I was stupid, just because we hadn't thought of doing something simple like using a cell phone, which everybody else already did.

Dream #2

A view of a parking lot with a trailer-office, like for a construction site. Lance Loud from the 1970s reality show "An American Family" sat out on the steps of the trailer-office. Lance looked to be maybe 12 or 13 years old. He was resting his chin in his hands and his elbows on his knees. His dad, Bill Loud, was inside the trailer-office.

The view closed up on Lance. He had been sitting alone. But now there were a couple of other boys sitting on the steps below him, and maybe standing before the steps. The boys were all in line to see Bill. But Lance was first in line.

Lance looked really depressed. It suddenly occurred to me that Lance worked for his father, and that he was now anticipating getting fired.

The trailer door had been closed. But now it was open. From inside, Bill called, "Lance!" Lance slowly stood up as Bill continued, "Come on in here! Death march!" This confirmed that Bill was going to fire Lance.

Lance walked into the trailer-office. My view was still from outside the office, at the bottom of the steps. Bill's desk was just inside the door. Beyond the door, the trailer-office seemed as huge and full of people and activity as a large factory. There even seemed to be huge cranes and heavy-duty fluorescent lights inside!

Once Lance stood before his father's desk, he was about 20 years old, about the age he is in the TV show. Bill had some kind of discussion about firing Lance. Lance didn't seem to care that much, although he may have said some semi-nasty thing to his dad.

Bill apparently felt bad for firing Lance. But he himself was also depressed. He had just gotten divorced from his wife, Pat.

Bill was now in the living room of one of his good friends. The living room was huge. It had three large couches in the center, arranged in a backwards "C." Bill sat at the right end of the top couch.

Bill's friend and the friend's wife seemed to change positions. Once they were both on the right end of the right couch. Then the wife was still in that position, while the husband was on the right end of the bottom couch. Then they may have switched positions. Then they may both have been on the right end of the bottom couch.

Bill was trying to talk for a bit about how he was depressed over his divorce. But the wife started talking about how she and her husband had gone to some kind of store like a K-Mart or a Walmart and picked up stuff like gardening supplies. The store may have been called Libby's. Something about it had a Mexican feel.

Bill seemed at first to wonder if the husband and wife were trying to ignore or belittle his depression by talking about shopping. But he eventually seemed to decided they were only trying to distract him from his depression and cheer him up that way.

So Bill joined in on the discussion about this store. He said to the wife, "You know, Libby's always had that great feel to it. You could just walk in there and it was great. Is it still like that?"

The wife said, "Well, you know, the service at Libby's has gone downhill a lot since you've last been there. I don't think it will be what it used to be ever again."

Dream #3

Whitley Strieber was driving in a car with two other people. A man sat in the front passenger seat. Another person, probably a really pretty, blonde woman, sat right in the middle of the back seat. My view was from just behind the woman's head, as if I were a camera stuck on the inside of the back window.

The car was a big car like from the 1970s. The car drove through some nice valley of green and tan grass between two pine-covered mountains. The road was pretty straight. We were just heading down a slope away from the first mountain and toward the next mountain.

I could see either a very small town or a large estate just up the slope of the next mountain. Strieber's house was there, just around a left curve.

I only saw the people in the car from behind. Strieber had a thick head of brown hair in a bowl-like cut. It was a really nerdy, 1970s-style cut. He also seemed to be wearing a blazer that looked like tweed, but which was of a chunkier, nerdier fabric.

The man and woman had picked Strieber up from the hospital, apparently. He had been at some kind of speech or presentation. Then he ended up in the hospital. Now the man and the woman were making sure Strieber got home okay. I think the man may have been wondering why he was letting Strieber drive, right after he'd gotten out of the hospital.

Strieber now spoke in a really thuddy, low, dull voice. He said he was at the meeting when, "I just couldn't see straight anymore."

I could see as if through his memory. There was a person in his view. The person split into a few different images, which were all glimmery and white, surrounded by rainbows, somewhat like looking at something through a blurry prism.

Strieber continued, "That's when they came to me. They told me. And from what they told me, I knew. I have only 15 days to live."

Dream #4

Two women were in a TV studio which was colored orange and yellow, and styled very much like a TV studio from 1960s or 1970s. The women sat in plasticky swivel chairs with metal bases. Between them, on the wall, was a TV screen. Shelley Duvall was on the screen.

One woman was an older, classy, experienced interviewer. The other woman was young and very pretty. She was actually a model, not an interviewer, although she was apparently going to help the older woman on her interviews from here on. The younger woman may actually even have been holding a teddy bear.

Duvall was maybe in her late forties. She looked really pretty, but not quite like herself. She was tan, and she had freckles. Her hair was dark and really silky. Her skinniness was over-accentuated. And she had dark, dark eyes. In fact, her eyes may have been all black. She wore a red dress with white polka dots and lapels.

The interview seemed to be going well. But then, suddenly, the younger woman interrupted Duvall and asked, "So, wait. Are you, like, an actress, or something?" This question had been posed half in ignorance and half in the young woman's attempts to hurt Duvall in some way, just because she was older than the young woman.

Duvall stopped what she was saying. She said, "Yes. I am an actor." She held up a color headshot of herself. It may have alternated between a rather pretty and colorful shot of herself and some shot that had to do with her playing Olive Oil in the movie Popeye.

Duvall may have scolded the young woman a little bit, angrily. She may then have continued on with whatever she had been talking about before.

But, again, the young woman interrupted. She started asking Duvall for advice about some kind of life problem or professional problem she was having. Duvall stopped talking about whatever she had been talking about and started giving the young woman advice in a very caring manner.

Dream #5

No, or few, images. A few old, rich people, possibly including a couple of old ladies with grey hair and blue-violet colored hats, were talking.

One said, "How are they doing after the breakup?"

Another said, "Oh, well, Arnold is still depressed. We try to cheer him up and get him out of the house. He's only just now started seeing people again. So maybe he's about to turn the corner."

Another said, "But Maria! She's just throwing all kinds of wild parties! And they just get more and more lavish!"

This was said as if Maria were breaking some kind of rule. It was like people thought she should have hidden herself away in depression. Since she was doing the opposite, she was apparently a bad example of womanhood.

1. It was the end of the summer, and I was going back to school. My cousin walked with me. To get there we went through this really pretty forest. The school year was going to start with our class going on a train ride and having class with snacks in the train. Everyone was supposed to bring a couch to sit on. Even though my cousin wasn't part of the class, I decided that he could tag along. We picked out a couch from several that were just sitting in the forest. It was royal blue, and the seat cushions were very light yellow. Pretty hideous. I picked up the left end, and my cousin picked up the other end, and we started carrying it to the train. We got to the train, which was sitting just outside the forest. The track went for a little ways where you could see it, but then it curved into a gorgeous canyon full of fruit trees. The non-forest place was lighter than the forest. The forest was like a night but with really bright moon and stars. The outside place was like a day but with a really weak sun that had very yellow light. Anyway, I told my cousin to put down the couch and I went into the train to scout it out and find a good spot. It was already really crowded, and the only spot to put a couch was right in the doorway. D was sitting on the left side of the couch that would be to our right, and I wanted to sit next to her, so I decided to orchestrate the couch placement so that I would end up next to her. The problem was, my cousin had the right side of the couch, which was the side that would be next to the left side of her couch. We picked up the couch, and I hurried forwards so that I would be the first one in the train door. Then, I maneuvered the couch so that it was backwards. That way, our left side aligned with her couch's left side. The downside of this was that our couch was looking at the wall so we wouldn't be able to see the professor, and also we would look weird. I wasn't too worried about that, though. I sat down on my side of the couch and sure enough, I was right next to D, only on a different couch. I expected my cousin to sit down on the other side of the couch, but I guess he didn't want to sit backwards, because he wandered off. I thought he would probably be able to find a seat somewhere else. The next thing I knew, I was on the right side of the couch. I kind of questioned how I had gotten there, and my mind said that the train had lurched forward and that I had slid. Someone got up to close the train door, but they left it a little open, and since my couch was facing the door, I could see a silver tree with pink leaves out the doorway. I looked around and saw Cassie to my left. I started telling her about some interesting tree I had seen in the forest, but she interrupted me and said, "We haven't seen each other in like three months!", the point being that I hadn't even said hi but had just launched into telling her a story. We both started laughing and hugged each other. Then she started rubbing her shoulder against me, like a cat. At first I thought this was weird, but then I decided that it was a reasonable thing to do, so I started rubbing my shoulder against her.


2. I am in the car with my family, pulling out of the driveway. My brother asks, "Where are we going again?" and I tell him, "We're going to California to eat, because that's where I picked for my birthday." My friend texts me, only my phone beeps differently than it does irl: sort of a short-long beep that's the same pitch both times, and the tone reminds me of the color blue. The text says, "Hey, happy birthday! We wanted to come over and make art with you, how does that sound?" My vision switches to him and Cassie putting glitter on masks. There are about six other people with them, but they are all wearing masks so I can't recognize them. I think, "aww, that's really sweet" but I tell him "Sorry, I'm going to California with my family, and I won't be back until tonight, so we can do it then." I don't text him or even call him to say this, I just say it out loud, but I know that he heard it.

1. I am at a nice restaurant with my friend Erin. After we finish eating, I suggest that we order some wine. She says, no, let's get beer instead. I look over at where they keep their drinks and I see this Brisk strawberry melon drink that I like in real life, and I jump out of my chair and grab it, saying something like, hey, you're gonna love this.

2. I am riding in the car with my cousin D, listening to metal music. I have some sort of telepathic link to my aunt, who is criticizing the music. After a certain section of a song plays, she says, "How is that art?" and I start comparing the section to a part of Stravinsky's Rite of Spring in order to help her understand the music. (This is strongly reminiscent of a conversation I had with a friend a few weeks ago, where I played a metal song for him, but he wasn't able to take it seriously, so I gave him a little analysis of the song, complete with references to classical composers who had used the same techniques, in order to persuade him that metal was a valid genre.)

3. I am in a department store, and I see a mannequin that has fallen over. It's like the kind that they usually have modelling clothes, only it doesn't have any clothes on, so it looks like someone pulled the clothes off and knocked it over in the process. It is made of transparent plastic. When I look at it, sometimes its head is attached, but sometimes not. I walk over to it and start kissing it. (I wonder what it means? )

18.05.2011

Astral Projection to Lucid Dream to non Lucid Dream (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID ASTRAL

I decided to AP.

I reached the vibrations so I focused on increasing them. Soon I felt my Astral Body lifting away from my physical body. I could assure I was in no lucid dream. As soon as I was out of my body, I did a RC. The RC did not fail like in a regular dream. I was able to read several times the same text, I was able to stare at things without waking up, but I could feel my body and move at though command, not with physical effort like in Lucid Dream. I decided go visit a DV's user. I commanded to be at his location, but suddenly, I lost consciousness for a split second.

I found myself in a different room and felt like I was no projecting any more. I figured I was dreaming. I took a small flight to make my dream stable and went to some sort of school.

I was out on the street and met with some female DC that wanted to have sex with me. We went to her home and sat at the sofa. Her family was pretty big. At some point I lost lucidity.

There were some thieves that wanted to break in, but I sneaked into their van and found a lot of things. One box was moving and the sound of a cat could be heard. I pulled a gray cat who started to purr. The cat told me with telepathy that he was the smallest cat in the world.

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May 13 2011



I found myself playing in some dirt outside a roadside diner.
My identity changed to more of that of an adult and I got up and went inside hearing all kinds of happy conversations.

My senses were pretty open and I could feel all the people in the place.

Once inside I saw it was a nice bright coffee house like place. I walked into the center of the tabled room and then thought 'I'd like to sit with the 2 quirky gay guys, they seem interesting' and started to walk over to their small round table. They got up glaring at me and left.
Telepathy works both ways, hmm, I'll have to watch my telepathic outflow more.

I sat at the now empty table and listened to people talk which was a bit confusing because their verbal words and their metal words, that I was telepathically picking up, did not always match .

Guy1: "Oh that's great!" 'whatever'
Guy2: "I know right" 'I'm bored'
Guy1 "You must feel lucky?" 'I guess'
Guy2 "Oh I am" 'not really'

This was messing with my head and I tried to change my focus and then I saw a hovering robot about the size of an office trash can, it had a yellow light on its metal domed top and a red colored hair-like metal decoration under its hat like top, no face.
'I wonder what this is doing here'
Robot: 'I'm interested in human men-kind."

I was glad it was completely telepathic.
It stayed by me and intenetly watched the 2 other guys talking.
I plugged my attention into the interplay between the robot and the conversation but it was boring and my mind drifted.
'mankind hmm'
'yep'

I then felt a pull outside

This was no regular outside place, I felt no humans at all, as if they had never existed, though I thought that they had something like a million years ago.

Then I saw the dark figures move, I was looking at a strange group of chimp sized apes, about 20 of them. They weren't chimps, their faces were different, fuller and wider, and they all had a little gray hair around their faces.

My senses were still open and their radiation (a telepathic flow of consciousness you get from conscious things) felt a lot like human's but very simple like a 2 year old.

One was trying to kill a wasp that had flown out of a hole in the ground. He knew it could sting and was holding it by its wings and hitting it on the hard packed ground to kill it and knock off the stinger. The wasp was hardier than the strange chimp thought and I could feel he was sorry he had chosen to eat this insect. Another youner ape came over and watched and motioned with his hand in a whipping motion to rip the wings off but the older ape didn't get what the younger ape was trying to say.

I woke up wondering what happened and why I woke in the middle of that story.

a

Mid March
Every so often I have a dream that speaks without words using a kind of telepathy. I have identified 3 different kinds of telepathy but I won’t go into them here. The one used here I have been calling Universal Telepathy because it seems to be the most used and nearly everyone seems to understand it; it uses pictures, thoughts, and feelings. Since no words were ever used I will try to state words as accurate and meaningfully as possible. I will describe the pictures and feelings independently.

I am at the back of large audience, I am where the walkway to leave an auditorium is. There is a strange looking water container attached to a pipe or wall or something that gets my attention. A male being I will call the Instructor asks me using Universal Telepathy if this thing interests me. I reply using Universal Telepathy that “yes from the heart” and I smile.

Instructor: This is about Paired Souls.

Then there is a huge dark gray sphere attached to the water thing which is going to be a device used to tell this story.

Instructor: This big dark sphere is the full soul. Its dark because it holds all the skills and abilities one can ever have represented here by color since if all the myriad of all colors were mixed up they would thus be gray.

Out of this “full soul” comes out a small droplet, about a thousand times smaller, swirling with red, blue, and gray colors.

Instructor: This is the fractionalized soul (like yours), represented by the small droplet, can complete a life on your plane quite successfully in this form.

The droplet then divides in two with one having the red coloring swirling around in it and the other having the blue.

Instructor: However if the tasks and the energies used to complete their undertakings are halved then the being can internalize-and-complete these tasks with less struggle and in short order. For this to be realized though the fractional soul needs to be divided into ying-and-yang-like halves. One should also become committed to a nonphysical life while the other incarnates into a physical life and world. These two different worlds use nearly opposing energy sectors to successfully complete. Preferably the “feminine” half should be tasked with the nonphysical life and the “masculine” half with the physical incarnation. Masculine halves are best used on the physical plane as masculine energies are superior at moving the energy that is matter due to their propensity for sheer force of will. The energies used by one half will then not be used by the other, both being different in polarity and in different realms causing nearly opposing situations. The really advantageous aspect to this pairing of souls is that the energies not used by one can then be transferred to the other. Since they are both of one soul they will naturally share energies and thus, in this way, be able to support each other’s tasks and lives. The depleted energies of one can be boosted freely by the other half at no cost to its own energy needs. They can then complete their tasks quicker and with less struggle. The double dichotomy of differing worlds and the pairing of souls is quite advantageous.

There was then a period where he stopped I guess for questions but I was trying to take it all in and impressed with the logic of it all. I then wanted to touch the red and clear ball that was depicting a half of the paired soul so that maybe I could take in some more knowledge from it.

Instructor: That’s just for demonstration.

I felt a little dumb now and disappointed. “Oh, hmmmm.”

I woke up.

P.S. This was a lot harder to translate than I thought. So much is packed into so little that I have to not only find the right words but the right over all meaning. I hope this all makes sense.

This is a great depiction of the full soul (middle) and the fraction soul's (tiny bright circle at the top) size difference. It was also understood that the full soul came from another even larger unimaginably immense "soul."

First Dream I'm a character in a book that I've recently re-read; Vivian from Blood and Chocolate. She's a werewolf, or, I am in the dream. I'm with a group of people in some kind of wild refugee, in human form. I cross a small creek where wolves reside on the other side. I am affectionate with them shortly before returning to the side of the creek where the people are. One girl approaches me and spits at my feet, she calls me a dirty dog. Enraged, I push her and call her a piece of meat. I hit her and claw at her until she falls into the creek. My girlskin is shed and I am a werewolf at this point.

Second Dream I am in a lavish vintage manor, it is night, and there are armies of all time periods gathering about. I'm one of them, but I cannot tell who I represent. A general asks for me to be seen by somebody, and it is a very urgent matter. I know who I am about to see, which is Adolf Hitler, and I can feel myself conscious now. I telepathically tell my allies to follow me, so we can kill him. (Valkyrie much? lol)

When we get into the room where I'm supposed to meet him, I find a long table with food covering it completely. Hitler is seated at the end of the table and he laughs at me gently, like he knows me, and tells me to be proper. I only salute him and sit at the opposite end of the table. Two men sit beside me, and we quietly discuss our strategy of taking him out. A butler serves us coffee in pretty china, but the coffee looks like melted chocolate ice-cream. I know it's poisoned, so I silently tell my friends with my thoughts to not drink or eat anything. One of them does not heed my warning and dies from eating and drinking. Nobody seems to notice that he's dead.

When Hitler proposes a toast in my name, I stand to make my move. Suddenly, he isn't in the room anymore. The walls disappear and arrows are flying at us slowly. I slow them down more, almost completely and then I wake.

Thoughts & Stuff For the most part, I'm a very conservative person. So I tend to bottle up the wild side of me, especially my anger. If I can't express it in life, I've noticed that I do express it very often in my dreams. The first dream was not lucid, where the second, was. And if it makes any difference, I will admit that I used to be a very violent-intrigued person, like many other typical Americans lol. But I'm somewhat of a pacifist now, or at least, I aim to be. If you would like to share some insight, feel free.

I was at an zoo, it was large, spacious, and the ground was covered in ceramic. Everybody in the group of pedestrians around me was sent to a particular animal ( I remember my brother was sent to the lions) to spend his day with. I continued walking and suddenly I was in front of a huge swimming pool. I went in and suddenly I was in swimming trunks and swimming goggles. I swam for a little bit and I met a pod of dolphins. They all swam around me, but one in particular stood out, because it could telepathically speak to me. It talked in a soothing voice, that I knew didn't belong to no dolphin, yet I was certain that it was the dolphin that spoke to me. I felt attached to this dolphin ( psychologically, not physically) we had adventures in the the vast swimming pool that happened to expand into an ocean. At last we were separated, and as I said farewell to the the dolphin that spoke to me, the dream faded out and ended.

non dream - lucid - non lucid

Went to bed early because I was tired as hell, I didn't get enough sleep the past few days.

I'm in the classroom I'm taking most of my current exams in.
An exam is currently in progress, my Game Design teacher is there and I have a paper with exam questions in front of me.
I study the questions, I have to write 3 concept papers given a few basic ideas within 3 hours.
That's cutting it very short, I'm a bit scared I may not be able to finish this in time.
I let my mind wander, trying to find some inspiration about a massive multiplayer game, where the players take the role of fruits.
Making such an idea work really requires a lot of creativity.

I have trouble coming up with any ideas which is unusual, I decide to take a one minute mental break.
I play with my pen saying with my inner voice: "This is a dream"
This gets me thinking, which set of rules currently applies, which world am I in?
The answer I come up with surprises me a bit. I'm in the dream world.

I'm surprised how easy it was to come to this conclusion.
I stand up. My teacher looks at me surprised.

"What's up?"

I grow my wings out of my left arm. I have a specific goal: visit Yuya.
I'm happy that I quickly remembered this goal.

"Sorry, I'm afraid I may have to bugger off"
"Excuse me?"

I lock on to Yuya's aura and prepare to teleport.
The wings start glowing in rainbow colors.

"I've taken this exam a few days ago!"
"Oh.... right..."

I teleport.
This is the first time I don't black out during a teleport or by traveling through a portal.
Even though the teleport lasts only a split second, I can feel how I travel through the fabric of space.
It feels like there is a near infinite amount of entities all over the universe, I can feel so many aura's!
It's a very good feeling.

I'm on Teraluna, hovering a few centimeters over the ground.
Yuya is standing right in front of me, waiting.
I stop hovering and drop onto my feet, the wings disappear.
Yuya is wearing a different outfit than usual. She's wearing something much more comfortable, something you have an easy time fighting in.
She immediately jumps me, giving me a big hug.

"Heeeey!"
"Hey, I missed you!"

As we hug I remember how I got into a deeper dreaming state last time.
I already closed my eyes for the hug, so I try to concentrate on my other senses.
They become clearer, but I don't have anything to eat.
I let go of Yuya and open my eyes. I don't think I'll ever get used to it, it's as overwhelming as it was the first time.
I'm confident I managed to anchor myself in the dream world.

"Let's go!"
"Where to?"
"I promised you an adventure, didn't I?"
"Yes!"

She forms a portal behind her, without making any gestures. She takes me by my hand and drags me in.
I form a protective layer over my skin because the tunnel we're traveling through causes a lot of vibrations.
No wonder I blacked out the last time, this is not a very comfortable way to travel.
We get ejected from the other end of the portal, into a different world.
I barely manage not to fall onto my ass yet again, I don't like portals.

What a crazy world! It is made mostly out of sand and stone, but everything looks very clean.
As my vision becomes sharper I notice the beautiful sky.
There are many close moons and even a planet visible in the sky.

"You better prepare yourself, we're not welcome here."

I change my energy into my dragon form and power up. I feel ridiculously powerful, with a slight urge to set stuff on fire.

"That's better!"
"Why are we not welcome here?"
"Can't you feel the dark energy surrounding this place? It's everywhere. This world is full of demons
I'm curious as to why that is."

She's right, as I widen my sense of presence I can feel many dark aura's. I'll try to remember that they are easy to distinguish from other entities.
I'm excited.

"Let's head to where the energy is strongest then?"

I suddenly notice it's snowing. I'm not wearing a shirt or shoes, yet I'm not cold at all.
My own energy is keeping me hot. Yuya doesn't seem to feel the cold either.
I feel a dark presence approaching over a close by bridge, I look at it.
It seems to be a big samurai, wearing many layers of worn down and broken cloth and a typical samurai hat covering his face.
He's drawing his katana and approaches me carefully.
Yuya takes a step back.

"Don't be afraid... you have all the weapons you need." (I don't even notice the Sucker Punch reference)

I focus on the inevitable combat, I'm ready.
He charges, but I am so focused on him I have an easy time slowly dodging his attack.
It doesn't feel like time slowed down, more like my brain is working much faster.
As he cuts past me I punch him in his side, and release some energy whilst doing so.
He shatters into a thousand pieces, it seems he was made out of wood.

"A wooden samurai?"
"Someone must have summoned them, they don't have a free will. Let's head for the tower"

I see the tower on the other side of the bridge, the dark energy is strong there.
As we run over the bridge I take on a few more wooden samurai. Yuya doesn't intervene.
Even though they don't pose a challenge, I start getting a better feel of my energy, how much I need to release in order to do a certain amount of damage.

We stand in front of the tower and a huuuuge stone golem is summoned right in front of us.
It's at least 100 meters tall, full of dark energy.

"Errrr.... Yuya?"
"Yes?"
"What yes? giant golem???"
"So?"

He starts approaching us, every step he takes causes massive vibrations in the ground.

"What do I do?"
"Kill it?"
"Like what, punch it? are you kidding me?"

She positions herself between the golem and myself, facing me and thus turning her back towards the golem.

"A punch didn't kill the samurai."
"No... my energy did, but this thing is huge... how do I?...."

The golem is now very close.
Yuya creates a bubble of water in one of her hands still looking at me, she really doesn't seem to care about the golem.
She compresses the water into a very tiny bubble and holds her hand towards the golem.
She shoots a high pressure water beam out of her hand, cleanly cutting the golem in two.
Both pieces fall to the ground. This is absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you kidding me?"

She chuckles. Exactly how strong is she?

"Yeah, I may have overdone that one a bit"

But she thought I could take on the golem? How strong am I?

I feel a dark presence behind me and turn around.
The bridge is filled with at least 100 samurai.
They simultaneously draw their katanas.
I want to take them on, but it's too many to kill them one by one.

A punch didn't kill the samurai...
I point my right hand towards the samurai. I can't do a water beam, but I must know some way to project my energy.
I power up, the dragon tattoo becomes hot. The samurai charge.
But it's alright, I remember now, one of the dragon techniques.
I release my energy as two tunnels towards the enemies, a big one and a small one inside.
I turn the inside one clockwise and the outer one counter-clockwise, grabbing onto space as they turn.
The release of energy vibrates strongly through my body, I feel the fire wings on my back and the tattoo very clearly now.
All the samurai are crushed into pieces instantly and their remains whirl around until I stop my spell.

I turn towards Yuya, extremely proud of what I just did.

"Did you see that???"

She starts laughing highly amused.

"Seen you do bigger ones than that."

I finally begin to understand how things work, how to release energy, what amount of energy to release.
I'm very excited.

"Do you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"I think someone is trying to contact you?"

I try to listen, but there is nothing.
Then I notice that she didn't mean a typical voice, rather a telepathic one.
Yes, I can feel it, but I can't understand what he or she says.

"I can't understand it."
"It's weak, seems to be from another plane."
"Plane? like, dream plane?"
"Yes. There are many different planes. It's hard to communicate across planes if they are far away from each other"

I try to communicate back.

"I can't hear you properly. I'm Hyu, who are you?"

After a small pause I can hear what I think is a name, but it is too unclear to understand.
I think it is a female voice, I think she's a dreamer.

(I can recall the rest of the dream only vaguely)
After the failed communication attempt we enter the tower.
There is some more fighting and we find some sort of dark energy crystal inside the tower responsible for summoning the monsters.
Yuya destroys it.

Notes:
I feel like I'm getting better at remembering details and conversations which is awesome.
I woke up at the end of this dream, at about 6am (went to bed at 2am).
I immediately transcribed the dream after waking up because I was afraid I'd forget if I went back to sleep.