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DreamLucidAwake

I used my daydream awareness technique again before bed. I didn't feel like daydreaming about anything in particular. I just wanted to focus on the idea of becoming lucid.

Lucid Fragment

I was in Loudonville standing behind my grandmother's house. I'm not sure but I think I was Claire or seeing things through her eyes in this dream. I was trying to hide from an army of little kids who wanted to eat me. They found me and they charged at me. I tried shooting them with an LMG I had been carrying, but it was out of ammo. So I picked up a gold sledge hammer leaning against the house. I swung it around in a circle hitting all of the kids around me. It was quite comical until I woke up.

Tooth Ache

This dream started out with me in my grandmother's house (Mansfield). It was a flase awakening and I was lying in the bedroom. I got up and put my clothes on for the day. I walked towards the kitchen to get some breakfast. I got a really strange feeling in my one tooth though as I walked to the kitchen. It then started hurting really bad. I poked it and felt it with my tounge. It hurt even more and tasted like bood, so I figured it was about to fall out. I started panicking because I don't think you're supposed to lose adult teeth. I poked at it with my finger and really knocked it lose. My mouth suddenly started to fill with blood. I ran into the bathroom and spit it out into the toilet. I started questioning why I had a bad tooth and how I could fix it. I became lucid after remembering that I had a similar dream a few days ago.

I still wasn't sure how I was going to fix my tooth. After spitting more blood out I decided to call out to my sister for help.

"Miki...Miki...Miki..." I moaned holding my head over the toilet.

I didn't get any response from her. It seemed like she just decided to leave. So I decided to rely on a dream guide.

"Claire!" I shouted to bring her to me.
"What?" She said walking into the bathroom.
I turned around to face her and said, "Look at this tooth ache!"
"So?" She said thinking it was normal.
I then spat out more blood onto the floor and yelled, "This isn't normal! Fix it!"
"Alright, follow me." She said.

I followed her outside of the house. Even though I had just woken up, it was oddly night time. We walked across the street into a field. We were walking towards a huge statue. I think it was the head of the Statue of Liberty half burried in the ground. I then stopped walking and thought about my real life tooth. I thought the tooth pain in my dream could be related to my real life tooth. If so then it would be a good idea to wake up and check on it. I grabbed the fabric of my dream with my hand (if that makes sense) and started pulling on it. I pulled and twisted it until it ripped open. I let myself fall into the void and woke up.

When I woke up my tooth was completely fine. That made me a little upset that I woke up for no reason. I got up to get a class of water and then sat there for a while using my daydream technique.

Rope Swinging

Kind of forgot some of this dream because I put off writing it. I was standing on a platform built around the top of a very tall tree. I tried to see how far from the bottom I was, but there was only a thick fog below me. I was standing there with my cat. My cat looked as if he was about to jump off of the platform.

"No kitty! No kitty! No kitty!" I yelled.

He jumped off and I looked down to see had jumped to another platform. As high as it was, it looked like it should have killed him. I became lucid after thinking about how the fall should have killed him. I saw ropes hanging from the tree branches and decided to play with those. I ran foward, grabbed a rope, and swung towards another platform. To reach the next platform I had to curve around the tree with the rope. Oddly when I did this I had a quick gust of hot air blow at me for a few seconds. After I landed on the next platform there were no others to swing to. I ran and swung on the last rope anways. After I let go of the rope I fell far through the fog until I hit the ground. I did a roll when I landed so I wouldn't break my legs or anything. More happened after this, but I forgot it.

Improved Teleportation

I can't remember the moment I became lucid. I was standing in my grandmother's living room (Mansfield) in the middle of the night. Oddly everyone us up and walking around even though it was the middle of the night. I decided I would try teleporting somewhere. I don't like walking around the dream world at night or places that seem very normal to me. I had a little bit of a new idea on how I would teleport this time.

I swiped my hand down to create a rift in the wall above the couch. I jumped off the couch and dived into the portal. I fell and crashed into the void like I was expecting. Now that I was in the void and the previous dream scene was erased, it would be easier for me to teleport to a new one. I swung my arms out in a tearing motion to rip a hole in the void while thinking of a place full of snow. A rift opened up and I could see a bunch of snow through it. I stepped through the portal and I was in the middle of a forest covered in snow and ice. I also saw Chris just standing there watching the snow. The place was amazing, but it felt too cold there and I wanted to leave. I waved goodbye to Chris and walked back through the portal into the void.

I did the same thing as before when I was in the void, except I thought about the summer and the beach. I saw sand, water, and the sun materialize as I opened the portal. When the image was complete I walked through the portal. Unfortunately the exit portal was a little high up in the air and I fell out of it. I hit the ground pretty hard, but I at least landed on sand. After groaning in pain and complaining to myself I got up and looked at my surroundings. I was on a beautiful island with a bunch of trees and flowers behind me. I looked back to the beach and saw someone just lying there on the beach. As I walked towards her I realized she was Claire. I wanted to ask her a few questions, but she was sleeping. I poked her belly a few times to try to wake here up. I then decided that waking her up would be like waking an angry bear. I sat next to her and waited for her to wake up, but she never did. I looked around a little bit and admired this new world. One odd thing I saw though was the Statue of Liberty's head burried in the ground again. The dream faded away as I waited.

In a Painting

It was a false awakening and I was actually in my own room for once. I was packing my bags for yet another road trip. As I was packing I saw a picture on my wall. It was a picture of the Statue of Liberty. I walked over to it and stared at it for a moment. I don't have a picture of the Statue of Liberty on my wall. I became lucid after realizing that the statue was in the previous dreams. It meant that this one was likely a dream too.

For some reason I felt like I should go into the painting. I pushed my hand through the picture. It looked and felt like I had stuck my hand into a bucket of water. After pushing my whole arm into it, I was sucked into the painting. Next thing I know, I'm falling high above the buildings of New York City. I then felt an energy above me and turned towards the sky. Two seperate portals had opened in the sky. Out of one fell Chris, and out of the other fell Claire.

"What the hell are you guys doing?!" I asked them.
"Trying to save you!" Chris said.
"You're doing a pretty bad job at it!" I yelled at him.
"There wasn't much time to plan!" he yelled back.
"Shut up and morph into a dragon already!" Claire yelled.

I transformed into a full dragon real easy and spread out my wings. Claire grabbed onto my back and I grabbed Chris with my four legs. I was about to crash into a skyscraper, but Claire grabbed my horns and steered me to the right. I was about to hit another building, so she steered me to the left just barely missing two buildings. I nearly lost my grip of Chris and was barely holding onto him anymore.

"You guys are too heavy" I yelled.

Claire got mad at me and purposely steered me into the side of a building. That was a painful hit on the head.

I growled at her and asked, "What the hell was that for?"
"Watch what you say." Claire said.
"This too much weight for me to carry!" I yelled back.
"Maybe you just need to build some muscle" She said.
"Look out!" Chris yelled.

I looked back in front of me and saw the Statue of Liberty. I crashed into the crown thingy on it and gripped it with my claws. I grabbed Chris with my tail and and Claire held onto my shoulders. After some struggling I finally pulled all of us up. All of that craziness destabilized my dream and I woke up like 5 seconds later.

End

Awake, Non-lucid, Lucid, [Commentary made while awake]

I'm walking around on the ground floor of a large, three-story shopping mall. The interior is a very bright, airy space, with white walls and a glass ceiling through which the sun shines. While I'm walking along, the realization suddenly hits me: This is a dream! I'm so shocked that the scene around me immediately starts to become less clear, filling up with gray pixels that multiply quickly [they look a lot like static on an analog TV], just like it always does when my dreams start to destabilize. Oh, dammit! I think. I immediately drop to my hands and knees on the tile floor, focusing on touching the floor and on staying focused on the scene around me, and thinking reassuring thoughts to myself: It's okay. It's okay. In 30 seconds or so, the scene is clear and stable again. I get up and start walking again, exploring the place I'm in.

As I look around me, I look up at the ceiling, three stories above me, to see winter greenery with ornaments on it and big, shiny bells in red, gold, and green lined up in a recessed space just below the edge of the ceiling. “They haven't even taken down all their Christmas decorations yet,” I remark. I find that I've come upon the entrance to a vacant department store, currently being used as a storage space for the Christmas decorations that have been taken down. Among other things, there is a large, haphazard pile of blue and white styrofoam wreaths. There's no gate or other barrier to entry across the entrance to the store, so I spontaneously decide to jump into the pile of wreaths as if they were dry leaves. It's fun! Some of them break, and I just say, “It's my dream world, and I'll destroy the wreaths if I want to.”

When I get up, I wonder what's on the floor above me, and I decide to explore it. I look to the side and see that there's a side entrance to the department store, and there's a flight of stairs outside that entrance, which I can see through the window. I could take them, but it would be quicker, easier, and cooler to just levitate myself through the ceiling above me, so I decide to do that. I close my eyes and, with an act of will, start rising upward.

[Note: I don't really remember where in the sequence the following two paragraphs went, but I'm sure I was lucid, so I put them here.]

Now I'm in a big, industrial-looking building complex with multiple floors, walkways, and sets of stairs running through the vast interior space. It's dark inside; all the walls and floors are black or dark gray, and there aren't very many lights. This area is [somehow] part of the Star Wars galaxy. As I wander around here, I can hear a dialogue between a post-redemption Darth Vader [he's still speaking in the James Earl Jones voice, though] and some other random character. The other character addresses Vader as “Rash,” apparently using it as a first name. Vader, offended by this, replies: “Rash?! I may have acted rashly, but my name is Anakin.” I smile.

[Somewhere in here,] I meet and interact with another young woman about my age. She leads me on a walk through the area, talking to me. Our walk ends at a spot overlooking a view of a natural, green valley. Then, she says something like, “Instead of waiting around for them to break your heart, like I did, go out and grab hold of what you want.” I wonder if this is my best self giving me advice.

When I open my eyes again after a scene transition [which I'm pretty sure I remember being the levitation one mentioned above, but again, I don't remember in what order the above two scenes happened], I'm standing on the second floor of a building, overlooking a very beautiful view. There is a clear, sparkling swimming pool in front of me, but it's big enough to be a small lake and wraps around three sides of a tall, stucco community clubhouse building with a red tile roof. The pool is in a park, surrounded by green grass and trees. Off to the left is a street, on the other side of which are houses that match the style of the clubhouse. The scene is so beautiful that I exclaim, “Man, I wish I could take pictures!” ...So I could post them on DreamViews to show everyone! is the thought behind that remark.

I decide to go swimming. The tower I'm in has exterior stairs on the side facing the pool. I start going down the stairs. As I do, I pass a window and look at my reflection in it. I'm pleased to see that I'm already wearing a swimsuit, a fact which I attribute to my decision to go swimming. My face looks completely normal. I try smiling, but my reflection stays the same for a moment, then returns a crooked smile, using only one side of its mouth. 'Cause it's a dream mirror, not a real one, I think. It doesn't work like a real one would.

I walk to the side of the pool and jump right into the deep water [something I don't usually do in real life, because I suck at swimming]. It feels wet. I swim around on the surface of the water much more easily than in real life, enjoying the experience. Several times, I lower my head so that my nose is under the water and enjoy the fact that I can still breathe normally. I want to swim completely underwater and open my eyes, but I don't, because I have the very realistic sensation of having water in my right eye, forcing me to keep it closed.

Other people are swimming in the pool. We hang out and talk a little. After a while, I get out and keep exploring the park I'm in.

In another area of the park, there are a series of big pieces of plastic playground equipment, white with pastel accents, with a miniature golf course built around and through them. I start climbing the largest one, using the metal handles and small platforms built into the structure to climb. This climbing route goes up toward the main body of the play structure in an arc, and each foothold is only supported by a single column or bar, so it looks like there's mostly open space below you, and you can see exactly how far you are off the ground. I'm not afraid at all, though, because I know it's a dream and I can't get hurt.

Just as I reach the main body of the play structure, the memory of the current Task of the Month suddenly hits me: set off fireworks in a crowded place and record how the people there reacted. I recall how other DV members have done it. I slide down the slide that's in front of me, determined to complete the task.

Not far from the play equipment, some people are beginning to gather at some tables for a picnic. I start trying to obtain a firecracker [because that's what several other DV members used]. I reach behind my back and try to make one appear there, but it doesn't work. I try looking around corners in the scene and expecting one to be there, but that doesn't work either. I really suck at summoning things, I think. Then I think of another approach: find an existing object and transform it.

On the ground, under a tree a few yards from the picnic area, I find the pointy half of a broken-in-half yellow pencil. I pick it up and sandwich it between my two cupped hands, focusing my will on it and willing it to turn into a firecracker. When I open my hands, it has swollen up and gotten round and puffy in the middle.

All the picnic tables are now full of people, and I see that some of them have their marching band instruments with them, which makes me realize that they're a marching band. I see at least one trombone in the group. I stand a couple of yards back from one of the tables and throw my pencil at the group of people. It hits the center of the table and explodes with a loud crack. No one takes any particular notice [at least, not that I can recall]. When I retrieve the pencil, the lead has shot out of the tip and gone limp, like a piece of spaghetti. I decide to continue in my search for a firecracker.

I end up walking through the halls of a dusty building that resembles my section of the university library where I used to work. I continue trying to summon a firecracker or firework by expecting one to be there when I look around a corner or into a room, but it still doesn't work. In one storage room full of random stuff, I hear a hissing sound that I think is the sound of a firework fuse burning at first, but then I realize it's the sound of the small air blower on a strange, old machine that is running in the middle of the floor. I continue searching this room for a firework, but I woke up in the middle of my search.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

It was night. I was at the top of a steep hill, probably in a suburban neighborhood. I was with a few other people, probably my age or younger. A few lights lit our field of view, more like a car's headlights than streetlights.

Something was wrong with my female friend H. At one of my other female friends' request, to make H feel better, I was embracing her from behind and rubbing her chest.

I was probably rubbing the outsidde of H's shirt. But the shirt, some kind of tan tank-top, was so thin that I could feel H as if I were touching her skin. H's chest was flat, but she had huge nipples.

The way I was rubbing H was really turning her on. But she was attributing the sensations I was giving her to my other female friend. Pretty soon H had the female friend rubbing her chest up against H's chest. Both women had really flat chests.

H was now either wearing or not wearing a dress. The dress was a vanilla-yellow, sleeveless baby-doll type dress, with a bunchy top and a slightly belled-out, knee-length skirt. The dress was made out of a fabric like soft terry cloth. It had a zipper running up the back. H now either took this dress off or put it on.

Dream #2

I may have been standing all by myself out in the desert, possibly near or right under the gas pump island of a gas station. I may possibly have been talking to someone in my head.

I was a man, probably a soldier. I wore a light brown or tan uniform. Sometimes I was black, sometimes Latino, and sometimes white.

I was telling the person in my head about having been in the CIA mind control program MK-ULTRA. At the same time, I was remembering bits and pieces of my time there, as a subject.

After having been a subject, I'd had my memory erased. But bits and pieces of my time there kept coming back to me. As they did, I would be more inspired to look for more information regarding what had happened to me in the program.

I knew I'd been tortured in the program. But I only had very vague memories of it. Most of my memories seemed to revolve around sheets of paper with a lot of small writing and bar codes written on them.

My attempts to look into my experiences may have involved looking for more papers like this. But as I searched for more information, I was increasingly harrassed. People may even have come after me and started torturing me again, then re-erasing my memory.

I told the person in my head, a woman, that it was terrible to know this stuff was happening to me. I could start to see, everywhere in the environment, where things were put up to reinforce the brainwashing I'd been tortured into receiving.

Even the smallest thing could hold a sinister message. I was apparently still working for the military. I saw myself walking down a hallway, then passing a beige-painted pipe with a caution sticker on it.

The sticker had a few different bar codes on it, around its border and in a little square in the body, in the upper right hand corner of a lot of fine-print caution text. I knew that my mind had been trained to read these bar codes instinctively. Each bar code was a small statement, reinforcing my brainwashing.

I told the woman in my head that what was even worse was that almost everybody else around me was brainwashed, too. But most people were brainwashed simply to dislike the people who had been used as subjects for MK-ULTRA, to ostracize them.

I said that at first it wasn't so bad. But as time went on, the environment became so full of these people that it was too painful to go anywhere.

I imagined myself walking into the gas station. The man behind the counter treated me nicely at first. But it was almost like some kind of infra-red bar code scanner, placed up in a corner of the ceiling of the store, activated.

Suddenly, I could tell, the man behind the counter was getting the feeling he didn't like me. He was trying, still, to act polite. But it was obvious he was beginning to feel very uncomfortable around me, and that he just wanted me out of the store.

I was standing somewhere in the dark, rubbing my forehead and eyes in misery. I was telling the woman in my head how miserable it was to have this feeling pervade the environment everywhere I went.

The woman asked me if there wasn't some way I could destroy all the reinforcing equipment that had been put up in all these places around me.

I was standing back out in the desert, in the daytime, by the gas station. I told the woman, "No. I could destroy everything. But they have so much extra stuff underground. It wouldn't be any use. They'd just put it all right back."

I imagined some kind of diagonal elevator shaft leading way down underground, to some kind of big hangar or warehouse-type area, with a lot of different-colored pipes, people working, and bright white, fluorescent lights. This was probably where all the equipment was manufactured and stored.

Dream #3

My female friend MW, who IWL works and lives at a wildlife preserve in Nevada, was visiting New York. I was living in something like a dorm room. But MW was staying with me.

It was daytime. We were in my room, which was lit by a bit of natural light coming in through the window. We were both on my bed, a pretty small bed. MW was sitting cross-legged near the head of the bed. I was laying on my stomach, my head toward the head of the bed.

At the foot of the bed, a TV was playing an episode of The Chronic Rift (a community access TV pop-culture discussion show from the 1990s, the episodes of which are now available online). I had been trying to introduce MW to this show. But I was now only half interested. And MW was flipping through some photographs.

I now had to go somewhere else, probably to work. I left MW alone for the day. But as I sat at work (or wherever) I realized that I had left MW without any keys. She'd obviously leave my room. But she'd have to leave it unlocked. There was no way she could lock it.

I got a little worried. I tried to justify things to myself. I was trying to remember if there weren't some kind of minor, automatic lock on my door, like a doorknob that always locks from the inside. But I was pretty sure this wasn't the case.

I knew that if I left wherever I was to catch up with MW and give her my keys, it would take a lot of time out of my day. And I didn't want to look bad for taking all that time out of my day. But I thought it was probably more important for me to find MW and give her my keys, so that she could lock my door.

I now saw a photograph of MW, as she stood in front of the house she was living in during her work for the wildlife preserve. MW wore a red-pink t-shirt, khaki-colored hiking pants, a backpack, and a baseball cap.

MW stood at the curb of an asphalt road. Just behind MW was the start of a sandstone flagstone path that went up a shallow slope. The slope was like a lawn, but it had tan gravel, clumps of wild grass, and cacti, instead of the conventional green turf.

At the top of the slope was a small house made out of rough-hewn, but slim, sandstone slabs -- almost like horizontal flagstones, all piled on top of each other. The house looked just like a suburban house, except that it was made out of the sandstone slabs, which gave it a weird look.

Dream #4

I may have been talking in my head, again with my friend MW. We may have been talking about where MW came from.

I knew MW came from Michigan. I saw a map of the United States and Canada. My vision was mostly focused on the northern, central part of the United States, the Great Lakes region. The map almost, really, looked like a satellite view of the United States -- but it was as if the United States were completely covered in snow -- even the Great Lakes!

I was trying really hard to remember where Michigan was. I felt at first like it must have been to the west of the Great Lakes. But I then felt like it must have been right in the middle of all the lakes, squeezed in between two of the more northern-extending lakes. I remembered that Michigan looked like a mitten. So I kept trying to find a mitten-shaped state.

I was now in a commercial jet, apparently, with MW. But we were both looking down to the ground from the plane through some kind of window or plexiglass structure in the floor.

We were at cruising altitude, i.e., about 10,000 meters. But the view was really like we were only 100 meters or so above the ground. We were also floating in one static position.

The view was of a snow-covered pine forest, with a road running through the forest. The road was pretty lonely. But a few cars did occasionally pass along it. The forest seemed dense in most places. But there were some empty spots, like clearings for very small ranches or farms. The extension of a small, wooden fence may even have been visible. It was still snowing, too.

MW and I spoke a little bit more about MW's hometown. We were floating very close to it right now. I told MW I wondered if we couldn't just go to MW's house for a little while.

But MW said it would take too much time. We'd planned to meet here. We couldn't go away from this spot. MW was talking as if we were on the ground, at an airport, with a long time between flight connections. But we didn't have enough time to leave the airport altogether.

MW and I looked away from the window. I saw the interior of the plane very vaguely, as if I were still half-looking out the window. But the plane looked like a nice private jet, with light-tan leather upholstery for the seats, and even for the walls!

MW and I spoke for a bit about how we'd planned to meet here. I knew I'd flown to this area in one commercial plane. MW had flown here in another plane, probably this one. At some point, when the planes were in proximity, I moved from one to the other.

I now started thinking to myself about all of this. At first I thought this was because the two planes had docked with each other. I thought I had come through some sort of little docking tunnel.

But then it became apparent that what I'd probably done was teleport myself from the plane I'd been on to the plane that MW was on.

As I was thinking about all this, my view drifted back down to the view of the ground. But then my view seemed to drift even farther out, up so that I could even see up along the fuselage of the plane, into the snowy, grey sky.

??.11.2011

New Terms (WILD)

★★★★★

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

New deal: you continue to protect her, but she gets to go wherever she likes and do whatever she likes. In addition, I’m no longer subservient to you or anybody else, and in return I’ll try my best not to kill you.

Waking up, in my bed at home, though I know I’m actually on campus. I hear music playing outside. People laughing.

As I get up, I see her at the foot of the bed, simple, flowing, white dress, knowing eyes, and beautifully styled, brown, shoulder length hair.

“Mae?” I ask, just to be sure.

“Of course. Come one, let’s go downstairs.”

I extend my hand, and she takes it, giving me an anchor to the dream, as we walk down the stairs, out to the deck, into the cool night air. The hearty laughter of my father reaches me, and I know I’m entertaining guests.

I stop when I sense it. Something isn’t right.

Mae continues onwards.

“There’s some people here tonight.”

“Who?” I ask, suspicously.

“You’re mother, you’re father, and. . . Hades.” she states it in a hushed tone, as if knowing the distress it would bring me.

But instead, I grow cold, determined, as I move down, to the lower deck, previously obscured from view by a white, decorated, awning. The hot-tub gone, a long circle of comfortable chairs has replaced it. Mae takes a seat near the god himself, whose blue flaming hair and cartoonish appearance I can’t help smirking at. There are two open chairs, one between Mae and that slime-bag, the other next to my father.

“Ahh, good to see you. Please come have a seat.”

Grinning, he motions to the chair next to him. I take a seat next to my father, and make myself comfortable. The grin fades from his face, and the conversation starts to pick up again. I teleport to the chair next to Hades, making the point that I’m very much in control of the situation.

“Why are you here?” I demand.

“To make sure you understand the terms of our new agreement.”

“What? I thought part of that was everything goes back to the way it was and I never have to deal with you again.”

“No. . . That’s not the case. See, I’m here to remind you that we can still work with one another.”

I see a few cats in the yard.

“How’s Kaomea?” I ask casually.

He goes silent, as I effortlessly summon death and wipe one of the cats from existence. I turn my attention back to him.

“I take it these aren’t real?”

“What?” he looks at me like I’m crazy, then realizes I’m talking about the cat, “Yours is the only realm that names those things.”

“So, no, then?”

“What do you think?”

“I wonder what would happen if I did that to you.”

The dreams starts to waver, and I reach my hand out, placing it over the god’s head, using his blue flaming hair to anchor me in the dream, letting him know exactly where he stands.

He, and all his lackiess, stand up and start moving back into the house.

“I think we’ll be going now,” he states, trying to retain his composure.

The dream is still falling around me; the only one left on the deck besides myself is Mae. She approaches me, when I see someone watching us from the neighbor’s deck, about one-hundred yards away.

“Who’s that?” I ask Mae, pointing in the direction of the newcomer.

“Her? I’m not sure.”

I teleport up to her and Mae is quick to follow.

“Who are you?”

She straightens her posture, “Me? Just a princess.”

“Pfft, yeah, alright. Now, get the hell out of here.”

“Is there a problem?” She asks snottily.

Mae interjects, “You. You’re the problem, and I’m tired of your kind oppressing people like him!”

It looks like the two are about to rip each other apart, so I step in, “Woah, Mae. As much as I’d like to see how you fight, this is my problem, I’ll deal with it.”

“Fine. . .” Mae moves backward.

The dream shifts, as the fight ensues. I find myself inexplicably in front of a monitor, the self-proclaimed princess on the other side. Odd, but I don’t care.

Drawing a blade from my side, I immediately know how useless it will be, so I hurl at her, looking down, finding my true sword just at my feet.

I draw it and see my foe, through the screen, transformed, grotesque, surrounded by purple energy tendrils in the form of snakes. She lashes one out at me, locking my weapon in place.

“Chidori.”

Unphased, I imbue my blade with screaming lightning and instantly cut her tendril.

Pointing my katana, I try something new, “Chidori Stream,” and jets of razor sharp lightning fire from the tip of my sword as I slash her in half. Then in quarters; then eighths.

Nearly dead now, in some sort of half-defeated limbo, I try something else on her. Striking with an open palm thrust, I exclaim “Hadoken!”

A burst of blue energy erupts from my palm, immediately exploding in a blast of smoke and blood, blowing her into oblivion.

The woman gone, the dream shifts back, and Mae is there, floating at my side. Unmoved by my display of power. . .

I want to preface this with the fact that I learned how to teleport in a normal dream but I seem to have been using the skill ever since in other normal dreams and in lucid dreams.

I would say this is a semi-lucid because although there was a lot of realism and I didn't really think straight.

I'm walking down the street at night with J. There is a fence to the left of him and a sidewalk to the right of that and open pavement to the right of that. We are on the side walk. There is a low building with a parking lot in the distance which we are walking towards. I'm practicing short range teleportation having fun annoying J. I'm just teleporting on every side of him to annoy him and I found out I have trouble teleporting and changing my angle a lot. I can teleport easily to any location but it is more difficult for me to face the direction I want immediately upon teleportation. Then I decide I want it to be daytime so I rotate the sky. I start by raising both arms in the air and get to work. The first rotating attempt (it's hard work) made all the starts shimmer. The next time the stars rotated out of view on an axis perpendicular to the street (so I guess we were walking west or east) but it was still dark. The next ry blotches of dark red came into view as if for a sunrise. I start thinking about wanting to see a pretty sunset and the dream fades away.

Before all this I remember fragments of fighting against some kind of Voldemort hybrid and watching American Horror Story (not at the same time of course).

This dream started out in the parking lot of a 7-Eleven where I was hanging out with a group of kids I had gone to high school with. They weren’t specific people; all I knew is they were part of my high school “group” so to speak. It was evening and we were hanging out when someone had the bright idea to go check out an abandoned building across town (which in the dream was Burbank, California). For some reason it sounded like a good idea, so we all hopped in a car and drove away.

After a 10 minute drive we arrived at the most ominous, dilapidated warehouse I had ever seen. I went in and walked up to the second floor only to realized that the group of people I had been with had vanished completely and that sunlight was spilling in through the dirty glass windows. “That’s strange,” I thought, “It was definitely just nighttime a second ago.”

All of a sudden a feeling of anxiety and fear overwhelmed me. I could sense a bad presence in the building. Water that had been spread out in a thin layer over the floor seized up into thousands of stubby stalagmites jutting from the ground. They weren’t frozen in terms of temperature but frozen in terms of time. I thought: “This is stupid, why am I so scared? After all, this is MY dream... This is my dream.”

Up until this point I was convinced that these events were actually happening because the dreamworld was so detailed and vivid. It looked and felt EXACTLY like real life. But now I understood! No wonder this dreamscape was so finely crafted and detailed, because I was fully conscious inside of it! In a normal dream experience, It’s as if your dream-self is extremely drunk: you’re not quite sure where you are, you can’t really control your actions, and you can only remember bits and pieces of what you were doing. When you’re fully conscious in a dream, you control EVERY action, think just as clearly as you do when you’re awake, and can observe and appreciate all aspects of the highly detailed environment your subconscious creates for you. It’s essentially being “awake” in your dreams, and that’s exactly what I was.

So immediately I teleported to get out of the abandoned building and ended up materializing in front of the recording studio where I work. I walked in to see my bosses and coworkers laughing and having a good time. I said hi to them and made some idle chat before leaving. I had a dream to go enjoy and I wasn’t going to spend it at work!

It was a beautiful sunny day in Burbank California as I walked down the street, enjoying the slight breeze and feeling the warm sun on my skin. I was still in shock and awe over how realistic and detailed this whole experience was. I walked for a good two blocks just relaxing and then the sky started to slowly oscillate between blue and green. I thought it looked neat so I decided to leave it be.

After I got tired of walking I figured it’d be fun to try and fly, but as I launched off the ground the dream started to get fuzzy and destabilize. I knew I was starting to wake up so I concentrated as hard as I could to try and hold on to the dream, which worked. I was back on the ground on Burbank Blvd where I had taken off.

I took off again, this time with much better results. I flew over Burbank and off through the mountains and eventually into a wide lush valley with a river running through it. Along the river banks were massive structures; huge orbs at least twice the Empire State Building in diameter. At their tops were patches of green lush trees with springs gushing out and down their sides and into the river. I flew around these for a while until the dream started to fade again!

After propelling myself back into the dream a second time, I thought my dream destabilization might have something to do with the abandoned building I had visited earlier. I teleported there to a room on the upper floor. This time it was an abandoned farmhouse rather than a warehouse, but regardless of the building it was the same location.

A figure came into the doorway. It was a little boy with deathly pale skin, dark hair, and blank piercing eyes that stared viciously. He looked like a male version of the girl from “The Grudge”. It had to be the source of whatever fear or anxiety was troubling me earlier. I didn’t even give him a second thought and immediately disintegrated him and erased him from the dream. Quit killin’ my vibe fool!

I then decided it was time to fly again, so I passed through the window and started to take off. For a brief moment I got stuck under the awning of a porch, but fortunately I braced my legs against the side of the house and pushed off as hard as I could, breaking through the wooden planks that were holding me in. I flew around what looked like the American Pacific Northwest for a while, enjoying the fresh air and the wide open spaces. Eventually, I decided it was time to wake up and took a dive bomb. It felt like I had a “crash landing” back into my body as I felt my consciousness slam back into it at what felt like mach 10. This woke me up with quite a jolt and immediately I opened up the laptop and typed the whole thing out. It was hands down my coolest dream experience to date. 100% awake and 100% cognizant while being 100% disconnected from my physical body.

13 Sep 2011

Some weird psychotropic thriller, I do not know what was going on but Dark_Merlin and I were attempting some weird lucid technique and every time someone said its title it occurred for one of us but it was extremely traumatic. It was a teleportation but it was sudden, uncontrollable and felt like what apparition in Harry Potter is described to feel like only worse. It scared the hell out of me and actually had me not wanting to go back to sleep when I had woken up for the first time in about ten years. I feel that I must admit that I was actually scared of becoming lucid and I hope that this is not a barrier to future attempts. Hamish and Andy had also requested that I meet them for lessons in walking each week. The girl I love was also at the tennis courts. The dream jumped between all of these things in a weird order. The whole dream was rather traumatic at the time. I was genuinely terrified of going back to sleep.

8/23/11

DILD + FAs

Recall: poor

I had a lot of work with the new portal technique. This time although it would create portals, they took me to the wrong place.

I was looking for Jonah with some adult guy. We walked down this hallway and I wondered if he maybe went through this mirror. I touch my finger to it and see if it is made of goo. I think he could only do that if it is a dream so I RC.

Lucid, I try to go through the mirror. However, I fail and my dream soon goes black. I am still feeling my way around for a bit.

I thought I woke up and tried to DEILD. In retrospect, I think I was still asleep in an FA. I remember thinking that I should probably get up soon, but I really wanted another chance to LD.

I believe I RC and continue trying to teleport. I am making some portals for a bit. I remember being able to walk through them, but not being very happy with the destinations.

I think I FA again and I am watching a basketball game. There was some issue with reporters doing something to the players so there were some strange interviews. The game started 1 on 1 with Ben Wallace and some other guy. Ben Wallace got the ball first and went down the court. He turned around and hucked the ball, trying to make a behind the back 3 pointer. When that happened, all of the other starting 5s rushed the court to start playing.

I am now playing too. They think I am Derrick Rose. I know it is a dream and that I am not Rose, but I feel like I have to play because they expect me to. I am terrible. I do make a few good plays to get good looks, but I miss every shot badly. The ball is also bigger than normal.

FA

I become lucid and go back to making portals. I am trying to find Heather. I imagine her as vividly as I can, and try to draw a portal. But this time I can't even make a portal. I try it again, and I see it. I walk through, still imagining her, but I end up laying down in the dark. I walked through the portal and ended up laying face down about 2 ft. past the portal in darkness. I stand up and am now standing back out of the portal. I step out and soon lose the dream.

FA. I am disappointed that I couldn't find Heather and give up.

Some guy is talking to me and I get some mail. Heather had sent me a letter. It was from some club she was doing and I assumed it was an invitation. I open it and I find my name on some roster. I can't find her name.

I become lucid somehow and try to portal to her once. It goes to some random room and give up. I want to teleport to the DVA. I am imagining the outside of castle. It is stormy with winds howling. My breathing during this sounds just like whipping winds. I imagine stormy waters. I look at the portal and head through. But it takes me to a random room again.

8/20/11

DILD + DEILD

Recall: somewhat poor

The first bit of the non-lucid that I remember was in a park. There was hanging handle you could slide on. I jump on and use it. A group on black kids were upset that I used their thing. One of them was a big kid. They are being pretty hostile towards me. Will is there and they somehow get distracted for a second. I use this opportunity for a surprise attack. I hit one away and start stomping on the fat kid. Will stops me and asks me what I'm doing. I said they were about to attack me so I struck first. They said they weren't going to do anything. I apologized for acting rash.

The dream skips to his big room. I am talking with some girl about dream sharing. We thought it is awesome that one dreamer can enter another's memories. We end up playing out a scenario where I am exploring a memory she had (still not lucid....). Eventually I get this big textbook that I was looking for and leave.

I somehow become lucid and realize I have to fly somewhere. I have this backpack with a heavy book in it. I am worried this will ruin my chances of flying, and of course it does.

I somehow end up this house with like 4 other people my age in the kitchen. They are all talking and I move over to the hottest girl and see if I can make a move. In response to my advances, she said, "let me see what you got and we'll see." We had to leave the room before she would try anything. I thought she might be into the kinky stuff so I just throw us onto the floor right outside the door. She is not impressed and leaves.

One of the other girls knew I had trouble flying and needed help. She was upset that I was just using this opportunity for sex. She didn't believe I really needed help; she thought it was all a ploy for sex. I then became sad that I let her down and I really needed help. To prove I can't fly I open a portal next to her because it is my only means of transportation. I divert my gaze and draw a circle on the wall. A very lop sided red shape appears. And it is like 5 ft. off the ground. I climb into it and imagine my house. I fall out the other side and land in my house.

I go out back to try flying again, no longer having the backpack. I failed again. My mom was behind me and told me to imagine how it would feel to be a fighter plane. I lose the dream

I am awake in my bed. I can vividly picture the centripetal force with every turn of flying a jet. I keep this sensation in my head and DEILD.

I am on my back porch again and excited to try to fly again using tactile imagination. I imagine the sensation again and try to fly. It worked for a bit, but it was not sustained. Eventually I lose the dream.

The DCs were very interactive and helpful during this dream.

NonLucidLucid

Dream #1I was at the local skate park with my buddies and they had to go, I waved goodbye. It was dark and creepy as I was walking home and something sparked in my head, it felt like a nightmare. I read somewhere on here that if I spin around, I can change my location.. Oh my god.. Was I surprised when this actually worked!! I got 'teleported' to this huge beautiful city in the middle of the night. It was awesome. Of course since this was a dream I could do 'anything'. I'll spare the details but, I woke up right before I got some from the hottest girl in school.. lol It was so vivid too. Like, it feels realer than real life but, when I woke up it felt like an average dream.. Still, this was just so cool.. Haha

EDIT: I should also mention that I have had these LDs before but, I've never known about all these techniques and my LD Count only displays the ones I've had since the time of my first DJ entry.

this is a dreaam i had a VERY LONG time ago.

I was in a street with a girl and a guy i dont know. There were small tornadoes about the size of 2 houses stacked atop each other. We were running away as the tornadoes ripped through houses as bricks of the houses swirled in the winds. there was a tornadoe following us and we ran faster until the guy pressed a button and we teleported

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I didn't really intend to write anything today as I'm babysitting my brother. Had alot of dreams last night but I didn't write any of them down. My 100th lucid!

01.00: Sleep

09.00: Fragment
*I'm with some guy when I turn lucid. The guy starts telling me something. "What?" I ask him. He starts mumbling and I'm annoyed. "Whatever man" I say and walk away. "Wait, hold on!" he tells me but I just ignore him. I walk for a bit and arrive at a pyramid like building. I start spinning around and close my eyes. I start to feel the handles of paper grocery bags with my fingers with each spin. Like they're lined up on a wall around me. I imagine them being in my room, but I don't see anything.

11.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 10 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! My 100th lucid since starting! I remember getting lucid and telling myself it was my second time, but sadly I can't recall the dream before.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

Lucid

I became lucid in a rather dark area near a rail road. I had questioned my surroundings, and I found the train that was headed toward me was not even on a track. I did the finger through the hand reality check, and my finger would not go through my hand. After that, I ended up doing the nose pinch reality check, and it ended up working. Now lucid within the dream, I found that I was in a rather dark neighborhood with no light source. I simply reached into my pocket, and pulled out a rather large match and lit it on my arm. I remember feeling the heat of the match on my arm, and it felt very real. I kept repeating to myself that I was in a dream, and I continued doing reality checks every now and then.

Just after I lit the match, I heard a roar in the distance and the train was launching over some sort of concrete berm. I put my arms up in the air, and focused my attention on the train in mid flight, throwing it further in the direction that it was already headed. It seemed to have worked, and I lost complete sight of the train after I threw it. I was getting bored of being outside, so I decided to go into someones house within the neighborhood. As I walked inside, I was greeted by my cat, and a very fluffy red textured carpet. It was then that I remembered a teleportation technique that I had found on dream views. I put my hand into my pocket, and I went to pull out a seed. I was coming up with nothing but odd looking white shards, I was thinking too hard about the seed at that time. I figured that it was time for another reality check, so I pinched my nose, and put my finger through my hand with success this time. When my finger went through my hand, it gave me a very odd hot sensation right where my finger went through. I then looked over to my left, and seen some sort of kitchen through a door. I walked through the door, and started my way over to the kitchen.

As I got closer to the kitchen, it looked to me as if it was some sort of homeless refuge because of all of the things hanging around. My cat was walking beside me. Almost immediately after I noticed all of the things hanging, I seen a very old lady sitting in a chair with no eyes in her eye sockets. She had long flowing dirty brown hair, and lots of wrinkles. I tried my best not be scared, as I knew it was a dream, and I then shook her hand and proceeded to ask her if she knew where any seeds where. She was very nice, but she did not directly answer my question. She was speaking, and I really wasn't listening as I was searching for a seed in the kitchen. The door just to the right of her flung open, and another older lady, her friend walked through the door. I remember her saying "Oh who is thing young'n ye got me here?" almost as if they where going to try to do something to me.

I then found a rather large pot on the kitchen stove that was filled with sunflower seeds. I picked one up and I headed for the area just outside of the kitchen with the red carpet. I knelt down, and cupped the seed with my hands focusing on the street out front of my house while looking straight at my hands. The ground in the immediate area around my hands began to swirl, and become blurry. I kept focusing, and all of the sudden I heard a male voice that came from the door behind me that said "Trying to leave are you?" and it broke my focus and I turned around to meet the strange voice. Right as I turned around I just threw a punch and it landed right on his face, sending him out of a window nearby. At this point, I was going to attempt to use a portal technique that I had thought about the night before. I stuck my hands out in front of me, and attempted to rip a hole in the air. I kept thinking about the other side of the portal and my target destination, the ocean. I was going to attempt the basic task of the month. As I went to pull the portal apart, my cat jumped onto my bed and woke me up out of my dream.

The dream starts out non lucid, and after a long night of trying to WILD and giving up. In the dream I'm in some kind of giant vampire court and its unimportant and fragmented. (Cool vampires with capes, not prissy ones).

Later in the dream I appear in some city scape with lots of people, and go into a bus stop with a cover and lay down. When I sit up there are metal covers all around the bus stop like you'd see around closed shops and I get the feeling of a scene of armageddon. Everyones gone, except for me. That's when I notice that I'm dreaming, even without a RC. The scared feeling from before is banished and I spend my time trying to wield fire and as I do I appear in some kind of space capsule about 20 feet long and 5 feet wide. With my first Lucid in a very long time it took some effort to summon a few fireballs, eventually I was able to warp my own reality to catch them after the ricochet. By the end of my fire spree I learned how to throw, catch, and throw two into eachother to cause an explosion; I was pleased.

After this, I made an attempt at teleporting around the capsule, which I succeeded with mild success, making it back and forth around it with a few blinks and concentration.

Finally, I induce some super strength and rip the top off the capsule and head out into the world. Ofcourse at this point Samuel L. Jackson is chasing me dressed like he was in various superhero movies. Jumping from car to car, I tried to use my very basic fire and teleportation powers although under pressure I failed and began to fall out of lucidity. My dream self took over and teleported into a large moving vehicle and took out a guard, stealing his gun and figuring it'd be more useful than my terrible attempts at dream-fire. After that the dream fizzles because I actually realized in my head that I wasnt lucid anymore and wasnt getting back in. Woe is me, cant wait for tomorrow now.

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NORMAL DREAM
LUCIDITY
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At the beginning my mother was around and her car I think was there. Then I was in a petrol station and was stroking a horse’s fur; Horsepower , there were these other people there too, one of the women looked at me as I was stroking the horse’s fur. I would not really go near a horse in real life and to add that it was in a petrol station.

I then woke up lucidly so I decided to go outside. I went out the back door at dad’s house and outstretched my arms and started to fly. I did not need to flap my wings or anything; I did move my arms flexibly around however. I saw the sun and it was huge, there were massive sun spots too. The sun was at least 8 times the size of the moon.

I thought about it and then decided to teleport to the sun, I said "take me to the sun". I was almost immediately in the orbit of the sun. I got a bit excited and decided to get back on earth but I only got in its orbit looking down on it. The earth looked slightly electronic with glowing hexagons on the surface.

In between teleports it was like travelling through a wormhole with the dream space/time whipping around into a vortex. I decided to go on a mission, my lucidity faded here.

Other dream characters were telling me not to go. I came to a conclusion there was something wrong with the planet (earth) so I decided to teleport to another one that did not belong to humans. I took note that I could teleport into trouble. As in in-front of a being that would not friendly towards me. I decided to go to a lab as a spy, to change something I felt was needed. I affirmed, along the lines of: 'take me to the lab hidden from personnel with access to equipment.’ As if i was an infiltrator on a secret mission.

There were loads of people running around in this building with loads of stairs leading up and down. I decided to go down, because of other peoples opinions. People where running in both directions. The stairs were made of metal and there was lots of wire fencing so the people could not escape. The atmosphere was quite Eerie. The people had mixed opinions saying they were coming from the top or the bottom. A grenade appeared flying from apparently nowhere and destroyed some of the stair case. Loads of vermin where inside the stair case and a green wriggly tentacle were also there and were now visible as the grenade blew a hole in the stairs. I still decided to go down as the explosion exploded the adjacent wall so the aliens were no coming from below. I got to the bottom of the staircase and I saw a room with vermin and loads of pigeons, there were cages and wooden structures like shelves, it was very dark down there. A pigeon occasionally pooped, it's as if nobody really went there.
The scene changed, it was as if I was in a video game because I missed a ramp and my 6% below average turned to 12% below average, the percentage was shown on my dream like a HUD display on a video game. I was not in a car. It was kind of like monsters Inc. PS-one game. I thought I had to average well again to get my score back up.
My brother was around. My Brother/someone else commented and said that I have been dreaming for about 3 hours, I said I should wake up now. I looked at the time and decided to end my dream and wake up (it seems my lucidity fluidly came back). The hand positions on the clock read about 5 minutes to 11:00, but the numbers were messed up, the time numbers showed the time at around 2:00.

I falsely woke up and saw the time and the hands were positioned further anticlockwise, but each hand was the same distance from each other (I failed to notice the sign however). The clock was about 2 feet diameter and was outside by the way, to add to that, it was light outside and not dark. I then talked about how dream time must be faster than real life and I got people to help me write, I got a person to write whatever I say down, I was going to write key words. I said "right” (as in ‘Right, let’s get going’) and my scribe quickly jotted down a note.
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Symbols (http:\\dreammoods.com) :

Petrol Station - "You need to reenergize and revitalize yourself. You may be running low on energy and need to take time out to refuel. Your ability to convert outside resources and use it for your own needs. Alternatively, you need to reach out to others and offer your help."

Horse - "Strength, power, endurance, virility and sexual prowess. It also represents a strong, physical energy. You need to tame the wild forces within. You may also be "horsing around". Alternatively,you need to be less arrogant and "get off your high horse". "

Woman - "Nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love."

Flying - "A sense of freedom where you had initially felt restricted and limited."

Sun - "Peace of mind, enlightenment, tranquility, fortune, goodwill, and insight. Radiant energy and divine power. Abnormalities and peculiarities to the sun's appearance represents some sort of pain or chaos occurring in your waking life.
+ Spots - imperfections, but OK.

Vortex - (I Don't know)

Electronic earth - "You need to be "grounded" and realistic. Perhaps your sense of stability and security is lacking. Consider the consistency of the earth for additional significance on how you are feeling (electronic - robustness). Wholeness and global consciousness. You are interconnected with the world."

Teleportation - "Your desires to escape your current situation or to move more faster and easier through it. You may be expressing some frustrations with how your waking life is proceeding and the slow speed that it is moving at."

Spy - "Your mistrust of others and your tendency to be in everyone's business and affairs. Perhaps you have recently stumbled upon some information that was not meant for your eyes."

Going down stairs - "Your repressed thoughts. You are regressing back into your unconscious. setbacks that you are experiencing in your life."

explosion - "Your repressed anger. The rage that you have been holding in has come to the surface in a forceful and violent manner."

vermin - "sickness and trouble. You will be faced with many disappointments and obstacles. Alternatively, the dream refers to some dirty situation."

Darkness - "Failure in some work that you are attempting. Darkness is synonymous with ignorance, the unconscious, evil, death, and fear of the unknown."
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Interpretation:
You need to reenergize and revitalize yourself. You may be running low on energy and need to take time out to refuel. You need to reach out to others and offer your help and stop "Horsing around" and be less arrogant. You need to tame the wild forces within to become Strength, power, endurance, virility and sexual prowess and have a strong, physical energy, Nurturance, passivity, caring nature, and love, and to have a sense of freedom where you had initially felt restricted and limited.

Imperfections are covering the great Peace of mind, enlightenment, tranquility, fortune, goodwill, insight, Radiant energy and divine power. Perhaps your sense of stability and security is lacking. You are interconnected with a world which is modern and high tech Wholeness and global consciousness.. You need to be "grounded" and realistic. This is shown in Your desires to escape your current situation or to move more faster and easier through it. You may be expressing some frustrations with how your waking life is proceeding and the slow speed that it is moving at. Your mistrust of others and your tendency to be in everyone's business and affairs. Perhaps you have recently stumbled upon some information that was not meant for your eyes.

Your repressed thoughts and setbacks that you are experiencing in your life, and your repressed anger. The rage that you have been holding in has come to the surface in a forceful and violent manner. Which will cause sickness and trouble. You will be faced with many disappointments and obstacles or another dirty situation which could lead to Failure in some work that you are attempting, or ignorance, the unconscious, evil, and death.

Very assuring Hope you liked this. If you've got any improvements regarding the structure of my journal I will be willing to accept. Thanks.