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    1. I love you BBQ/ blue light

      by , 06-17-2019 at 09:45 AM
      I had10 LD this week maybe 11. One earlier in the week and 9 today. Will write down stuff from today to note what I did. And maybe add dreams from earlier in the week later.

      Practices :
      A nap earlier on Sat afternoon was tired sleep dep, 2-6pm ish.

      Did Mild here before sleep

      Then again from 1130-3am, 8 ld

      Slept one more sometimes in the morning maybe 9-10am one ld

      **I also remembered visualizing myself meditating in sleep

      For mild I just said mantra in 3 languages first, then asked my subconscious if it thought we could do it. Then addressed any feelings or doubts with past examples. Repeated in other language. Then repeated mantra with excitement.

      Night dreams : maybe missed one more bbq themed ld

      Nld: I was reading a book of sorts that could transform into comic book and stuff. As I flipped pages it had touchscreens each page and you could play games and stuff pretty cool.

      Wake: wake up a bit and hear sounds just lay still thought about ld maybe or just relaxed. Also took non ld related supplement and drank water.

      Ld: I was in my bedroom and I felt very scared or nervous. I walked towards the bathroom and an electric blue lightening like thing flashing in the room. I decide to sit down to the left to meditate.

      Ld: I think I was back in the bed rm with same fear. I decide to meditate again.

      Ld: I recalled I mediated in dreams twice already so I should keep having lds. I began rubbing my hands to clarify the environment.
      It becomes clearer and it was a BBQ scene with some ppl I knew.

      Ld: I was at home by the breakfast table. I just let the dream play. It was sped up progression of events of a life of I'd live in a certain way. I just observed the events. Mostly social media . I headed outside and climbed outside on roof. Then on neighbors roof. There were endless amounts of wooden planks and I kept climbing.

      Ld: I was back at the BBQ scene earlier I found my mom. I was parkouring around like last dream while ppl cooked BBQ.

      LD: It Das all darkness. Could not see anything. I began to pretend to swim and in a bit I swam on water, appeared at a shore. Either beach or lake. More likely a lake. Saw ppl on shore maybe we friends. Maybe bbqing again lol. Walked on shore I think .

      Ld: I was at a kind of a strange sex workshop or something. Wanted to get out of there. Bunch of ppl and symbolism regarding sperm.

      Ld: I was at kitchen, at breakfast table again. I saw my parents with nicely grilled chicken thighs on the table likely bbq, browned and liked crispy and moist. I ate some and it was delicious. I talk to my parents standing to the left and tell them.
      "I know this is a dream so I can tell you that I love you." they embrace and hug me with a pained bittersweet smile.

      I head out to the other kitchen where the garage was suppose to be. They're were chefs there cooking with tall pots. I wake up crying.

      Notes:
      Blue lightening was related to something I wanted to meet from a book.

      Went to 2 BBQ the 2 days prior. I was disappointed with the second one. Rude hosts. The ribs were hard as tree bark and the chicken wings tasted expired. I suppose it influenced dream theme. Ate the ideal chicken I wanted in dream.

      My friend talked about how she took sex workshop, likely the source of that dream.

      I also did not dream much last day or two, sleep dep.


      Morning dream :

      LD: I was on a paved road by a shore of a lake. lucid. I saw a beautiful tree and approached it. I observed its leaves and it was a pine tree. I decided to chew on some of the needles and try to taste its juices. It was too dry though and I couldn't taste the sour juices.

      -saw a couple of beautiful conifers during the day

      Updated 06-17-2019 at 09:55 PM by 96162

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    2. Buddha Tree and Female Beetlejuice

      by , 05-19-2018 at 06:26 PM
      Morning of January 6, 2013. Sunday.



      In a mostly featureless field, there is a dead tree with sparse branches seen in early evening, apparently just after sunset, and in semi-lucidity. In touching the tree, I ground myself without a focus on the anticipation of vestibular system ambiguity. I am fully in my fictitious dream body for the duration.

      I vaguely recall previous dreams of living trees reaching out to stroke my face with the tips of their branches, in seemingly expressing love as an essence of nature itself.

      I notice movements across the bark on the side of the tree, a shifting of kite-shaped patches of golden “skin”, which sometimes feature a singular eye. I notice that part of the tree is breathing, a part of its bark moving out and back in with the same overall size as a person’s abdomen. Eventually, I become aware of a female Buddha looking at me somewhat blankly, perhaps puzzled by my presence.

      There is a change of awareness and temporality, a “blind spot” of which I do not pay full attention, a very common factor of the dream state when full lucidity is not present. A female Beetlejuice modulates my dream from here, though she is not threatening in any way (as preconscious modulation sometimes is when the need to wake and attend to real needs is greater). For a moment, I consider how serious it seems, even with a link to the spiritual, though I eventually come to terms with how silly the scenario is. I recognize the waking transition as it is rendered as an outdoor wooden staircase (as relating to vestibular system autosymbolism), which does not seem connected to a building. I faithfully use the stairs without slipping or falling (or the staircase changing form or collapsing), noticing the steps are rendered rather well. It all comes down to the usual vestibular system correlation with the personified preconscious (and additionally in this case as the vestibular system personification as the female Beetlejuice accompanying my subconscious self at this point), an extension of RAS mediation, passively leading the way in a liminal space where the religious fantasies wrought by others, and the movie fantasies wrought by others, are ultimately equal.



      Additional notes on the cause and meaning behind this dream: Way back when I was four years old and vowed to myself to understand and master the dream state, I came to realize that seeing eyes moving in a dream, especially when isolated, is primarily based on liminal awareness of being in REM sleep (though was also influenced from “sleep watching” the “Outer Limits” episode of “Don’t Open Till Doomsday” at age 4). There have been many dreams with this detail. In the eyes being on the tree, the tree in this case, especially in being in the mostly featureless field, represents the static (unmoving) status of my physical body during sleep.


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      lucid
    3. tree house

      by , 03-27-2018 at 04:12 PM
      Climbing a tree with thick branches that get real twisty and spindly as they go further out. The tree is kind of floating in a void (definitely not a forest). I am trying to get hold of an object but it is quite a hard tree to climb due to the fear of falling. Once I have the item I find it nearly impossible to climb as I have to hold it with one hand.
      As I reach branches that I feel can't bare my weight, I press down. As I press the world changes and I am pressing down on flooring in a house, the floorboards are about to give way. As I release my pressure the house disappears and I am back in the tree, this continues with me slipping between places (house and tree).
      Eventually I make it to higher up on the base of the tree where a part of the tree has been carved away ornately, leaving an area where you can sit. Here there are some compartments, one that fits the object I have, a pair of glasses (it wasn't before). I am relieved and rest a bit.

      Again in a dark void I can see only a dark haired woman. Her hair flows towards me and at its tips there are tendrils of light/energy which reach across the space between us. The energy makes me feel very warm and nice. I wake up but slip back into the dream as it was so pleasant.

      In a school corridor two teachers are conversing about something. As a result I have to look after some kind of after school project, held under a grassy verge (with a tree), where people are driving at night.
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      non-lucid
    4. Conserve Merriment; Diversionary Tactics

      by , 02-17-2018 at 10:42 PM (The Fourth Factor)
      I am in what seems to be a dorm room set up for three people, although there are only two of us living there. Above the doorways, I can see red text continually scrolling by, which is then replaced by new text—records of conversations, it seems. On the walls, there are a few posters, different pictures, but all with the words “conserve merriment” at the bottom. This is a reference to something familiar to the person I am in the dream. I walk from the room where I am to the one where my flatmate is sitting.

      He/she—this person seems rather androgynous, and the dream itself offers no clues—wants to know if I’m interested in going to do something with him/her. I reflect that I do seem to have been learning more from the things I spend my free time doing than from my actual classes. But I still feel reluctant. It has to do with things I experienced before getting here, I tell my flatmate. In a way, it’s like I’m telling about everything that’s happened to me up until now, but all compressed into a sentence or two—a lifetime spent as a fugitive, never being able to stay in any one place for long, just one bad thing after another.

      And then he/she replies: “Is that all?” And actually, when you put like that, it really doesn’t seem so bad. Sure, I guess I’ll go to your thing.

      We then talk for a bit about the place we’re at, which is called Campa Piri, and another place I can’t remember the name of now. Then I find myself reading a transcript of the conversation rather than experiencing it. I glance a bit further on, where we’re talking about yet another nearby place called Stone Sway and joking about how it totally sounds like a double entendre. And at that point, I wake up.

      In the next dream of the night, I also seem to be a different person—a young boy staying at a large house with a group of other people, all adults, apparently. There was a lot that happened in the early parts of this dream that I can no longer remember, but it seemed to involve finding some kind of special thing in this house—I want to say it was a book, but I’m not entirely sure, and so from here on out it will be known as the MacGuffin.

      We are all preparing to leave, and it seems that my uncle—my actual uncle, the only familiar person in this dream—is going to be taking the MacGuffin back with him. I don’t like this: I think that it would be better off in the hands of literally anyone else in the world, and it really ought to stay in the house here. But he’s intent on it and, as usual, impervious to arguments.

      He’ll also be taking all the paintings that were in the dining room. It’s a wood-paneled room with a long, wooden table in the middle of it, and pretty much all the space on the walls was taken up with paintings, which illustrated various stories. But now he has them stacked in a closet there, ready to be taken out to the car. I’m not happy about this either. I tell him that he wouldn’t have the space to hang them up, and they’d probably just sit in his house, not even properly stored. He claims he’ll hang them up, but I don’t believe him. What strikes me as particularly unfair about this is that it was only by means of the paintings that we had managed to understand the MacGuffin’s true nature and gain possession of it—possibly from some dark sorcerer type, but that’s also escaped my memory. If the paintings aren’t available, the MacGuffin may never be able to make its way into the hands of someone more suitable in the future.

      But then it occurs to me—I can make sure the paintings never make it to his house. There are many people here who also feel this isn’t right, and with their cooperation, we can have the paintings mysteriously back on their walls. Maybe we can spook him into returning the MacGuffin. I pull someone aside to tell them my idea, and pretty soon, the plan is ready to be put into action. But we need a diversion so we can get our hands on the paintings.

      It’s announced that I’m going to be talking about a painting in a nearby room, and so everybody—minus a few co-conspirators—files in and sits down in rows of chairs. I have the painting there at the front of the room: a fairly small one of a winter scene with trees. I begin talking. I am a kid and don’t know a thing about painting, but I confidently B.S. my way through it.

      Just as I’m explaining how the branches of the trees in the painting are reminiscent of the branches of knowledge, continually reaching out and producing new shoots, an older man with short, white hair stands up and approaches me. He is a professor of art history, and he thinks that the branches are nothing of the sort. I tell him that that’s what one of my philosophy professors had said about them. I definitely have the impression that he, too, is in on it, and that this, too, is part of the diversion.

      Once I’m done, we head out towards the door. This requires us to pass through the dining room, which I had forgotten about, but I see that the walls there are still bare. That’s good—right now, it’s still too early. But I’m sure the paintings will be back up once everyone’s gone through.

      16.2.18
    5. Spider Webs

      by , 02-15-2018 at 07:57 AM
      I’m walking out on my deck
      I start walking down the steps
      But my eyes wouldn’t open completely
      I see spider webs
      I walk through one
      Near the bottom I see whispy webs
      Then I had a moment where I was out of my timeline
      I thought about those floating webs that float through the air
      Those thoughts became a reality
      And they had landed on the steps and grass
      I say i was out of time because they were suddenly just there
      Then my eyes decided to close completely
      I didn’t want to see if there were spiders 🕷
      I ran across the grass towards the bottom of my garden
      But I thought perhaps I had gotten off track?
      I believed I was heading towards the Cherry tree
      I managed to open my eyes a little
      I see branches and twigs
      I can’t stop myself from going into the tree
      I feel nothing though
      I’m so close, that it shocks me awake

      I had this dream during an afternoon nap. I’m trying to work out what it could mean. I’m waking life I am petrified of spiders, even though I didn’t actually see one in my dream, just white floating webs landing on the stairs and grass.
    6. Little Fragments 12/30/2017

      by , 12-30-2017 at 01:11 PM
      Some Fragments
      - Something about telling somebody to give me the last two hot dogs?

      - It was my 26th birthday and was taking snapchat pictures with sister and friends. Found A gold dollar coin with my birth year on it in a pile of change from C's dresser.

      - Not sure if I was just flying or if I was an actual bird; but I was in the sky searching down below for a gas station.
      I saw an old timey one and flew down to it, complaining that it was old and probably didn't work etc..

      - I think I was near the gas pump but there was this odd wall made of small rectangular concrete blocks that I had to (for some reason) crack the code to them. There was a large beautiful tree behind me that seemed to glisten in the sun.Some male character was coming towards me.

      - In the hospital, had my left leg/knee on top of some ice. Sister says, "they must be getting you ready for surgery". I freak out a little and she yells asking the question. A person comes in (nurse I reckon) and puts a tube into my knee about an inch thick/around and pretty long, filled with cubes of ice. I guess the tube must have been through my knee/leg out on the other side because she began to 'Flush' my leg with ice. It went super fast through the tube and ice kept going through it really fast. It didn't hurt but I yelled out/groaned when it started because it startled me.
    7. Return to the Tree of Opossums

      by , 08-30-2017 at 08:35 PM
      Night of August 29, 2017. Tuesday.



      As a very young child, an intriguing recurring dream, some of which versions were lucid, involved walking down a zigzagging path. It usually seemed to be late at night or very early in the morning before dawn. I would notice a splendorous tree. I would also notice, within the foliage of that tree, eerie glowing eyes.

      The eyes did not seem threatening, though I was aware they were watching me. These states were very vivid. These animals were eventually revealed to be opossums.

      In this new dream, I “return” to this tree and some sort of analogy begins. The tree is shown to represent the human brain, while the glowing eyes represent the energy of neurons presumably while in the dream state. For some reason, it seems a perfect analogy.



      One of the several reasons why “opossum” became a part of my dream-self identity, tribal name, and online dream journalist name, was because of these vivid childhood dreams and the fact that an opossum is a perfect symbol for being in the dream state (as an opossum “plays dead” as an analogy of being asleep - not meant in a negative context).



      Zsuzsanna had a pet Australian opossum when I first made contact with her. This was one of thousands of details that validated our inherent connections to each other long before we met. (She also drew an opossum in a tree as a child with an airplane flying over it, and of course, I flew in an airplane to Australia.) My life has remained miraculous and Zsuzsanna is the only person near my age I can sense as being “there” at all (through the blue flame or Blue Pearl “telepathy”, for lack of a better word).


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      lucid
    8. Dream - Soccer In The Woods

      by , 05-06-2017 at 03:42 AM
      Date of Dream: SAT 6 MAY - 2017



      I originally wasn't going to record this dream but then I thought it's worth it because of that reality check involved, which made it a semi-lucid dream rather than non-lucid. A "Behind The Scenes" entry of the reality check is to follow once I publish this one:



      Dream No. 108 – Soccer In The Woods
      (Lucid Dream 5)


      I was in some nice looking forest, it wasn't too cluttered with trees... There was ample grassland and golden light could be seen coming through due to the sun. As I was walking through, I once again had that thought of calling out for WB (the waking life one this time) but I stop myself and literally think to myself, “Is this real life or is it a dream? You'd better make sure you're not shouting in real life and then the wrong person hears you”. So I looked down at my hands, both of them spread out in front of me. I only had five fingers on each of them, but the shape of the fingers would keep warping, almost like my hands were underneath a layer of water. And then I remember thinking, “Yep, this is a dream, you have permission to call her”. So at the loudest volume I could, I kept calling “WB!” until she came out from behind a tree. It was interesting as she suggested we play some strange game of soccer, which is what we did. I forgot what happened afterwards.



      The dream distinguished that she was the waking life version this time. I saw her in person in waking life yesterday and had a really good time, so I think my subconscious has now traced her back to being a rational entity.
    9. Dream - A Beautiful Adventure

      by , 04-25-2017 at 04:09 AM
      Thought I'd start posting one of the most spectacular dreams I've ever had... It's the highest degree of lucidity I've had too!



      Date of Dream: THU 6 APR - 2017



      Dream No. 93 – A Beautiful Adventure
      (Lucid Dream 3)

      Part 1
      Although I'm no longer at Killester (my high school) in real life, I went to attend one of the assemblies and was sitting in the students area. There was this special needs boy beside me (Killester is an all girls school in real life) and he would always come really close to me and try to hug me. At the same time, there was this strict teacher behind me that was constantly telling students to move to their correct year level area. Then I was talking to Mr H (male) about something but I forgot what it was... I do know that it was something about music though. Then apparently the vocal group were going to perform but there only 6 members on the stage and they were all wearing fluro green vests. And then my attention turned to the back of the hall to see where the rest of the vocal group members were... I managed to catch sight of EO (female) and WB (female). I went with WB outside to one of the balconies linked onto the hall and there I saw the most beautiful tree ever. It was literally glowing a very bright green and the flowers on it were these vivid, light purple tulips. WB didn't do anything except stand there and gaze at the tree with me... That's when I all of a sudden became aware I was dreaming!! The dream tried to fade out on me but I asked it to stay... It worked the first time. But then a few seconds later, the dream tries fading out me and my request for stability does not work.

      Part 1 Exit (Transition)
      I am now so fully aware that I am in a dream rather than something I know completely nothing about. I find that the dream has taken me to “the void” which was mentioned on a video I watched in real life a few days ago. When I was in that void of blackness and emptiness, my head was reciting the exact words that the guy said on the YouTube video. But the dream was forcing me to open my eyes so I would wake up. I was fighting with the dream to try and keep my eyes closed but in the end, I lost the battle and ended up becoming awake.

      Waking State (Transition) – Non-Dream
      I have opened my eyes and am aware that I'm in the waking world... But I say to myself, “Don't even look at the clock” and I closed my eyes again instantly.

      Part 2 Entrance (Transition)
      Although I was awake for about a second or two, I found that I was actually still completely, consciously aware of my dream surroundings when I came back into them. The first thing I did was a reality check where straight away, I noticed that I had six noodle-like fingers on each hand. The sight was terrifying but at the same time, this actually confirmed that I was in a dream.

      Part 2
      I don't remember what I was doing in my house but I ran outside due to the excitement of my dream awareness. At the top of the court, I consciously started calling out for WB and continued to call for her while walking up and down the court. Then these cars started coming the court and so I decided to see if any one of them would possibly be WB. There were two shiny looking cars that passed by and didn't stop... But then there was third car, a small dull black one that pulled up in front of me. Out of the car came WB wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with her hair straight and tied up into a bun... WB had a very strong masculine look about her. Then WB said to me that she brought LB (WB's younger sister) along with her to keep me safe. She hinted to me that someone was out to get me and my mind depicted that WB was talking about my real life parents. So out LB hopped from the car. She was wearing a light blue police uniform and she had an extremely feminine look about her, even more so than in this world. At this stage, I was really excited and so went and hugged WB, who really tightly hugged me back. I then went up to LB, gave her a small hug and kissed her on the forehead. She didn't pull back but she didn't return anything either. WB then explained to me that LB wasn't really good with affection.

      After that, WB told me to get into the back seat of the car. I asked her if anyone was going to be sitting in the back with me but she said they were both going to be in the front. I did question WB but then she said to think of them like my second parents... Supposedly with LB being the mum and WB being the dad. She said then something about sitting diagonally from the one I favour more. When I got into the car, I found myself sitting behind WB and diagonally to LB but then I didn't find that the “diagonal” reasoning agreed with me. I consciously chose that position in the car because that was the side next to the nature strip and also, I take that side of the car in waking life. WB then drove off and we ended up at a video rental store, Video Ezy! They don't exist anymore in waking life! We didn't get out but rather remained in the car, this random video just suddenly appeared in LB's hands. I asked LB why they got that video and she told me that I was coming home with them.

      That's when I got to about the most excited I would ever be the dream. I got so excited that the I noticed this dream was trying to fade out on me too. So as we're driving though the area of Dandenong South, I'm looking out at the opposite window, at the blue sky above the buildings. I'm constantly on fast repeat, going “stability, stability, stability, stability” like a broken record. As I do this, I notice that WB and LB are giving me strange looks, maybe thinking to themselves “are you okay?”. I sadly can't fight the dream fade and wake up.

      Updated 04-29-2017 at 07:12 AM by 93119

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      lucid , memorable
    10. Tree Spirit named Bob- NL

      by , 11-14-2016 at 03:10 PM
      I dreamed I was looking at a large tree, close up. It was beautiful. The leaves were so small but, together, they formed these ropes that dangled down.
      Apparently, the ancients used to eat them.

      I was playing with the ropes, trying to observe them closer, when I noticed a flower that had a being inside of it. I thought that I may have disturbed a nest so I stopped moving and then the being opened it's eyes and came out. I dropped to the ground and the being followed and bounced into my arms. He said, "Hi, my name is Bob." I think it was a tree spirit.

      It was the cutest thing ever! The tree was amazing! I am glad I had this moment.
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      non-lucid
    11. Creating and Adjusting a Television and Zsuzsanna Climbing

      by , 08-17-2016 at 08:05 AM
      Morning of August 17, 2016. Wednesday.



      My wife Zsuzsanna and I seem to be much younger, perhaps both in our twenties, seemingly about the same age. My dream starts (or at least becomes viably discernible) at a point where we are walking out from the Cubitis carport (a common induction point in my childhood and teenage years) about an hour or two before dawn.

      We are headed out to the highway area just beyond the big front yard (the original Highway Seventeen) for some reason. I notice that the area is different. Instead of a culvert, the land is elevated about eight feet above the highway (which is an intriguing variation I had never dreamt of before). I notice a few wastebaskets just off the highway, of various sizes and colors, which I consider as belonging to neighbors. I also get the impression that people sometimes sit in the area on the wayside below as an act of socialization.

      Zsuzsanna goes north to the area near where Harold’s orange grove started. There is an unusual large light-colored tree growing through a recess (or circular “notch”) in the embankment with its west side open (and facing the highway). Most of the branches (at least those in view) look as if they had been cut off about a foot or so from the trunk. Some of the exposed roots seem to be nearly at the height of the embankment (extending into the recess only) even though the trunk also properly extends from the ground below just off the highway. I do not question this highly unlikely and illogical feature. There is no traffic on the highway during the length of my dream.

      After a short time, even though I have no lucidity, I will a television to appear. It is a widescreen television similar to our real one and it faces the house. I tell Zsuzsanna to “watch this” as I manipulate its placement without touching it, using telekinesis to slide it a bit more north. (At no point is anything discernible or considered to be more north of the tree.) There is a sense of puzzlement where I consider that the embankment may have a slope from the ground level below that is horizontally deeper in near the bottom, and if this is the case, there may be people there though unseen, though this does not seem to be the case after a time. I cause the television to float in the air a few times, just past the edge of the embankment, as I contemplate what to do with it.

      I eventually start moving my hands in both a vertically and horizontally increasing span (moving my arms about slowly in an arc) as if indicating that the television is getting larger both in its width and height. This actually works and I am amused as I cheerfully ask Zsuzsanna “how is this?” It becomes very large, nearly as big as a movie theater screen (though with the black surface of a television), several times its original size. The detail seems flawless in how it slides and becomes larger, vaguely reminiscent of shutters opening (though not directly rendered as such, though I do get an association of parts of it flopping out from the side as it evenly grows larger though not as if by original design). My dream becomes more and more vivid as I go closer to the tree and the edge of the embankment and I sit down to the left of the tree (south side). It is the only tree visible in the area.

      Zsuzsanna starts climbing the tree, but only near embankment height, and she mostly only circles around it, sitting on a truncated (seemingly evenly sawed-off) branch a couple times, while facing the tree. Still, I am concerned that she could slip or fall and I tell her to be careful as I would not want anything to happen. I then use telekinesis to start causing dirt to fill in the recess that the tree is adjacent to, but decide to stop after a short time even though the completion would cause the area to be more stable to walk on (though this is not really logical as in reality there would still be less dirt overall in the area, although there is a sense that I may be creating it as I also mentally move it). Zsuzsanna seems very happy and deriving pleasure from moving about the tree’s circumference (while staying mostly at the embankment height, going neither up or down). I feel a sensual attraction to her as she sits on the truncated branch facing the tree, the scene being somewhat erotic.



      Since 1968, Highway Seventeen (the original name as the stretch is now called Northeast Cubitis Avenue), when featuring as the main setting of a dream (especially in the final segment) causes an absolutely amazing heightened sense of clarity and extremely clear “realistic” detail and vividness. I suspect at least two possible reasons for this. A highway often seems symbolic of the strongest link between dream self and more discernible increasingly active consciousness. I also spent a lot of time (during a period of about eight years) waiting on the wayside for the school bus (as well as getting off there in the afternoon), and so these two factors also can combine to validate this as an augmented liminal space and “arriving home” (waking up) scenario. The fact that I non-lucidly create and manipulate the television (which usually represents a dream within a dream though in contrast also a link to the external real environment) seems to be a very intriguing non-lucid practice of dream manipulation (though many dreams throughout my life, I as my dream-self have also manipulated non-lucidly solely by pretense and nearly subliminal expectation, though this does not always work, as with my recent “Robot Help” dream as an example). Additionally, the television expanding and growing larger is also analogous to my dream becoming more vivid.
    12. High up in the sky

      by , 08-12-2016 at 03:36 PM
      D1 - I am in some woods that lead down to a river, on the banks of the river are a small group of people. I offer a boy there a bar of chocolate that i procured on my way. The people are dressed in medieval clothing, but the chocolate bar wrapper and all is modern and large.

      WBTB
      D2 - The boy tells me of a place where we can get more food, if we are clever. There is a college nearby where students often play a game with the locals, throwing paper aeroplanes at each other through the dormitory windows. If we go there at night we may be able to sneak in. We get there and sure enough there are two undergraduates there who are late because they are getting changed from some sporting activity.
      When they open the dorm window to play paper aeroplane throwing, I climb across a para-pit joining the building and onto the roof.
      From there I sneak into the building.

      WBTB
      D3 - I am now inside the large college buildings which look edwardian or later, mostly stone with elegant windows. There is some do going on but I am in a side room. I go to look down from one of the windows and see the feathery leaves and branches of a tree.
      The tree looks oriental. It is like a jack in the beanstalk tree and goes down and down and down. I feel a jolt of fear as I realise how high up I am. I am as high up as the sky, looking down seemingly forever. I roll away from the window feeling I cannot stand for a moment. I go to find the boy who is eating and tell him of the tree. He comes and looks.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    13. Meditation Session.

      by , 08-06-2016 at 01:37 PM
      Recently inspired, I've been meditating in my cottage. I wrote about letting my heart's song sing.

      I had a cool meditation session. I met someone in a brown robe, who handed me half a walnut, as he ate the other half. Then he put his hands on the side of my head. I held his hands. We put our foreheads together and spun around in colors of blue and green. Then I started to grow into a tree and he started to grow into a robin. He flew to a branch of a nearby tree. This is to become my sacred space. I am working on Druid study, Animal totems, Dream work, God relations, Angel relations, and Buddhism. All of which I have studied throughout my life- but, now, incorporating and going deeper.

      I have been writing and slowly working at my own pace- but I wonder if I am not being devoted enough?

      I didn't come back for a couple days. But, decided to go back yesterday and found a dead finch at the door, with something yellow moving around inside, where the heart would be.

      I looked closer and a small hornet backed out and flew off. I moved the bird aside and went inside to meditate. I think it may have meant that I am not staying devoted to what I began- or should I stay away and not follow through (going back to Adam and Odin- both seek knowledge at a sacrifice). I have also noticed things falling randomly in my home the past couple days. I didn't open a circle, but did ask for help from my ancestors...

      P.S. I also worked on a lucid this morning, but never completed it. I closed my eyes and saw "my room" but there were doors and window in random places. Colors started to become vivid, but I ended up falling asleep and NL dreaming.
    14. 07.15.2016 Feeling like Celebs

      by , 07-19-2016 at 04:52 PM
      Preface:
      Bed at 1am. Lots of running around with my bff all day today. Very productive Saturday- we worked out a lot. I attended my niece's quinceańera, which had a lot of family drama. My bff has been in a lot of my dreams lately, because we've been spending a lot of waking time together.

      DR 1
      I am having a conversation with my mom in a new house. We have just moved in. My sister is on the floor getting comfortable, laying down and trying to take a nap. Her kids are running around, exploring, in the background. I tell my mom that I am pursuing a career in art. (?) She's kind of confused, and says I'm a B student in art. I tell her that there have always been people better than me in everything I did, but that none of that should stop me from doing what I want to do. She seems surprised that I have already discussed this with myself, and she agrees.
      I begin to explain a project to my mom. One of my projects involves using myself as an installation, hanging from a tree. (?) I'm camouflaged like the tree, but I have large leaves painted on me that will glow in the dark at night and will match other leaves. Of course, in third person, I can see myself on the tree. As I am hanging I am telling my sister about it too, and I reveal to her that I have a crush on some celebrity and I'm secretly wishing he'll see it. (?)

      DR 2
      I am on a plane, sitting in first class. Everything is white- the seats the floor, the walls of the plane. Everything feels calm and relaxed. My best friend is doing big things and they are treating us like celebrities. I am writing a book. All of a sudden, my best friend touches my stomach as I'm stretched out in first
      class. She tells me that its hard and that she needs to work out. I laugh and say something to the effect that I still need work. As I'm telling her about the book I am writing, a guy keeps darting back and forth behind her.

      She is standing in front of the seats in the aisle ( I am stretched out on what seems like 2 reclining chairs) and she is wearing a black mink coat. She has full makeup on and earrings. Apparently, the guy darting back and forth behind her is a Fed Ex guy, which has to be around her all the time because she keeps having stuff delivered, and keeps having to sign for it. (?, lol) Someone asks her about so much spending - her husband has sent a message about and he's worried. She laughs it off and waves her hand, she's not worried at all. We continue talking.

      Notes:
      No clue about the art dream. Again obvious dream symbols, but presented in a completely different manner than usual.
      No clue who my celebrity crush was!!!!!
    15. Frozen stream

      by , 07-07-2016 at 12:56 AM
      A group of friends and strangers (including me) are walking in a river. It sounds weird but it's easily explained by the fact that we're making our way stepping in branches, dead trees, trying not to touch the almost frozen stream. The branches and pieces of wood are broken and full of snow and it's hard not to fall. We walk a lot forward but then decide to turn back. I'm very skilled and confident and I don't slip at all but most people are falling to the freezing water.
      Tags: freezing, ice, tree
      Categories
      non-lucid
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