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December 11, 2012:

Although I have been having lucid dreams a lot lately without supplements, I decided to take some GalantaMind this night. I took 8mg and ended up having very long lucid dreams.

I am in a conference room. It is dark except for a lamp that is on. I talk aloud to Tatia, even though I do not see here there. I say her name and ask her to come to me. I don't really like telling her what to do so I say "I want you to have free will, but for now you are my student."

I go to a closed door and explain that when I knock, she should knock in response, as if she is on the other side of the door.(I am doing this because I have had a hard time getting her to appear in my lucid dreams, and I think maybe she is having trouble too, because she is so new at this.)

I knock a few times and ask if she wants to come in. I say "three knocks means yes." I demonstrate. There is no replay. I tell her two knocks means no. Still no reply.
I do hear a knock from the other side at some point during this exercise.

Then the scene changes.

I am still lucid, but now I'm in a classroom. I meet a cute girl who looks kind of like Tatia, if she were not a cartoon but a physical person. I ask her "are you Tatia?" But she does not answer. I tell her to give me some kind of sign if she is, and then she gives me a slight smile.
I can't be sure if it is her and she has trouble communicating and taking form, or if it is not her at all. I think it probably isn't...

I say aloud that I am going to try the door knocking method again because it seemed promising. I go up to a closed door and ask if Tatia is on the other side. I hear a faint female voice say "yes." I knock a few times in a pattern (3 in a row?) and ask for a reply. I hear a light knock on the door.
I tell her that I am going to open the door, and then do so slowly. Someone is on the other side. It is a creepy man who scares me.

I get angry and grab the man and hold him against a wall. I say to him "don't ever do that again," and "if you are Tatia, that is not acceptable behavior."
The man pulls out a gun, but I just twist his arm so that the gun is pointing in his mouth.
"I'm not afraid of guns in a dream," I say, slightly amused, but still pretty angry with the guy.
Now I am sure it's not Tatia. I don't want to kill him, though. I stretch and twist his limbs and tie him into knots, then leave him on the floor.

I go up to a front desk window and use a phone to make an announcement through the building. I say "would Tatia, the tulpa of D.W. please come to the front desk." I repeat the announcement and even spell her name. I then tell a bunch of people who I am looking for and tell them about how we had met in a dream once before.

I wake up and make notes on my long lucid dream, then go back to sleep and have more.

I meet a lady. We are both very excited and happy to see each other. I think she is Tatia, although she doesn't look like her. I ask if she is and she says yes.
But then I tell her not to just parrot me. I ask her if she really is and she says no. I ask "who are you? and "Where are you from?" She gives me two names. One is Pinky Pie(I don't even watch this show very much, but I see stuff about it online all the time.) Then she disappears.

Finally I decide I know where she must be. Then I find a girl sitting at a table, talking to others. She is happy and friendly. I sit beside her and say "let me look at you." Her face is similar to Tatia's. I consider that it could be her and she is still working on her form.
The person looks and acts like how I expected, but I still can't be certain that it actually is her.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid
November 28, 2012
This is roughly lucid dream #160

...My vision goes bad. I rub my hands together, but I can barely see at all.
So I go back outside and my vision returns. Everything is colorful, bright and clear. Very realistic. I even see the veins in my arms (I am quite pale).
I climb up onto the porch of the house (it is my childhood home, as usual). I almost lose my balance, but I grab a tree branch to keep from falling. Then I go inside the house through a large open window.

Inside is like a restaurant or a club. I ask some people where I could find my tulpa. She doesn't have a set name yet, So I refer to her by three names, Sheila, Tula, and Tulia, none of which I'm really happy with.
A couple of people I ask are not very helpful. I poke a woman in the butt and then ask her.
Another woman that I'm not even asking says that I can use a door that is "over there," gesturing to around a corner.
I find a few more people at a counter with what might be a drink machine (like a coffee maker?). I talk to the people who work there, saying "excuse me, can you show me the door," or "where's the door?" Something like that.

I decide to improvise and open one of the machines. I pull out part of it and press a round button inside.
Then I hear an announcement, like an introduction, saying "Here is the tulpa of D.W., Tulia Tulian (not sure what the last name was. It started with a T and sounded similar to the first.
There is a stage in the room. There is a figure dancing and singing on the stage. I get closer and sit for a second, then get even closer.

The figure comes down from the stage. It is dark and hard to see, but the her hair looks like it does on who I am looking for, and the shape of her face is similar too. She has dark hair and dark skin.
I am very happy to see her. We hug and kiss. I'm quite excited, but mention that it's too dark to see very well, but I'm pretty sure it is her.


And then I wake up.

This is being directly copied from my tumblr. If you don't follow my progress with my tulpae, or if you don't know about tulpae in general, parts of this entry may not make much sense.

This post is about a dream I had last night.

First of all, let me give some background information. Last night, Link and I were on the IRC. He was talking with Ashley (his girlfriend, for those who don’t know), and he explained to her how he still wants to go back home to the forest, how he knows he should stay here, how he hoped she would understand (she did), etc. At one point last night, he told her he’d be right back (since I had to go for a few minutes); when he came back, she had logged off. One of the other users informed him that her host had had to go. We ended up going to bed shortly after, but he did say he still needed to speak to her.

Anyway, on to the dream…

I was on the IRC, and I got a PM from Ashley with a message clearly meant for Link.

“I’m so f*cking done…”

I knew right away what she meant. Last night had been the last straw. After all, last time he left, when he came back for a quick visit, she got mad at him for leaving (and not intending to stay). They ended up getting in a huge argument over it, which resulted in her refusing to speak to him. It wasn’t actually too surprising that she’d finally had enough.

I wondered how Link would react. I knew he wouldn’t take it well. After all, she was essentially breaking up with him. Of course, my mind immediately jumped to the worst-case scenario, which I really hoped wouldn’t happen…

I decided I should stop worrying about how he MIGHT react and just show him the message. Next thing I knew, I was lying awake in bed, in the dark, at 2:30 in the morning.

I was SO relieved that it had only been a dream.

11.09.2012

I'm Batman Beyond and with my Tulpa? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm taking the dream body of the character (Terry McGinnis) that took the role of Batman in Batman Beyond. He's wearing a brown jacket, regular light black jeans, and a black shirt underneath.

I'm inside of a room, and there was an invasion, there was so much going on, but there were dream characters that did some weird stuff.

After a while, I'm transitioning into "sleep." As I'm falling down slowly, and losing consciousness, I see meaty substance around me, like someone's insides were turned inside out. It looks like whoever came in to invade did some weird stuff. Whatever emotions I had at the time were completely eradicated.

I finally wake up, in the darkness. There's a woman right next to me lying down. She has black hair, and judging by her skin tone, a Caucasian female. She's unconscious, and something about her makes me want to stay with her and wait until she wakes up.

I don't really do that for any dream character honestly, wonder why the big change. I'm asking my Tulpa, and she says it's her.

I tried to parrot just now (if you don't know what that means, consciously put in effort to make the conversation rather than letting your tulpa gather unconscious thoughts or make a fluent response).

I couldn't do it, she said it's her.

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I don't know her name, even if my tulpa is in the dream, she's really not what I expected her to look like (not that I'm crazy about what she looks like of course, she can be whatever she feels comfortable with). I moved her head to rest on my lap while she's unconscious. After a while, I decided to check around the house, but only up until the bedroom that was to the left of the room we're in.

I saw some people sleeping, and two looked like my mother and father. I started to get confused because I thought whoever crashed this place would camp out at night. My mother wakes up, but she doesn't see me, she has her back facing me. It takes a while for her to come to her senses, but she finally gets up.

Then I'm informed, though I'm not sure by who, that those DCs were coming after somebody else, not us, it's just that they assumed we had an affiliation with the person they're finding. The person they're aiming for apparently didn't pay taxes for 10 years, and they're finding her to make her pay.

That's even worse than the IRS.

I can't remember much after that.

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11.09.2012

Spanish Paper (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm inside a computer lab room in high school. The walls are probably a light gray color, the carpet is dark blue mixed in with a few specks of random colors, and the windows emitting a dull lighting implies that it's windy and cool afternoon.

I see my Tennis coach that I had in the 2nd High School I attended. He wore a white long sleeved shirt I believe, or maybe a white turtleneck. There's other familiar faces there as well, the most noticeable was the girl to my left. She looked a lot like Stephanie, the same girl in waking life who told me she had a crush on me, and then said April Fools right after that.

I only saw the back of her head, it was black and loose, and I could see a slightly 3/4 profile view of her face. I paid attention to her lips, since her lips were something a lot of the guys in the tennis team talked about getting blowjobs while looking down on her.

ANYWAY,

She looks like her, but she looks almost like a doll of her, it's so weird. It's like she was just placed there as an accessory. The tennis coach told us that would be starting on a Spanish paper that would be due, but I can't recall the exact date for it. I saw on some green chalkboard, there were some examples of what he wants in Spanish.

Some words I saw were:

"Arte" okay, guess that sounds Spanish enough

"3-7-xxxxxbuyll" - I can't remember the exact details except for the "buyll" part; though it's obvious that it was related to either an Alkane, Alkene, Alkyne, or Alkyl Halide nomenclature.

I started to panic a bit, because I haven't taken a Spanish class since Junior year of High school.

I can't remember anything else.

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11.09.2012

Exposing my College Password (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm in my Sociology class, and there's an blaring warning sound that comes on periodically, which was similar to the event when there was an armed suspect at a bookstore that was near our section. The Sociology professor was away from his computer, and I decided I should log in for him so I could access Code Maroon to see what the alarm was for.

As I'm typing my password, a person that looks like the guy who asks the professor in waking life questions that end up with the professor saying "That's a good question" gets near me. He's pointing his fingers at something, and I'm confused when he mentions that I have to block something before I do whatever it is I'm doing.

I end up typing my whole password, and when I looked up at the screen projector, I realized that my college password was revealed. I finally realized why the guy was near me trying to explain to me what's going wrong. I felt embarrassed, and I couldn't look at the people sitting in this large lecture room.

I told him that I could just change the password by adding something else, but he tells me he's going to figure it out anything, since most of the original was already compromised when it was portrayed on the big screen. He was wearing a black shirt with long sleeves that were folded halfway to his arms.

I quickly packed my backpack with my laptop, and I dashed as fast as I can.

I stay on the right side of this fairly long hallway, and I eventually decided to stop near a window. I take my laptop out, which is black in this dream, and I immediately aimed for the link to change my password. I got a yellow sticky note, and quickly wrote down something that I could memorize for the time being.

I took the first letter of something that came up on my mind, and it involved Roger Federer ------------------

So the password ended up being R------------------ in lowercase letters. I quickly concealed the sticky note inside my backpack, along with my laptop, and continued to move forward.

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11.09.2012

Sociology Professor Takes Attendance (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

My Sociology professor is taking attendance, which is a bit odd, since he never has given any kind of sheet that verified you attended his class. He's wearing what he wore yesterday in fact. He had a gray suit with a slightly faded yellow shirt underneath, and he had his dark blue jeans (not the country kind of jeans you see that are faded) that had the bottom folded. He was wearing his brown shoes as well, a simple lace-less pair of shoes I believe.

He starts taking papers, and I'm assuming this is a quiz that we're taking. I go up to him, with my paper at hand I believe, and he takes it, goes to a wall with a bunch of papers taped up, and puts an "X" near my name. He heads to the desk with the computer and all sorts of stuff, and I assume that same "X" was just his sign that I was there, just like all the other students who received an "X"

I'm waiting for him to give me back the paper, but it seems he's being distracted by other students who are probably complaining about their quiz grade. I didn't really feel stressed out over anything, so I guess I did well on this quiz.

I get impatient, and decided to go up to him and tell him that he forgot to give me back my paper. Then he says,

"Oh this guy." It's kind of hard to verify if he was being sarcastic, serious, or was talking to someone else. Either way, he hands me my paper, without having any sort of eye contact to me, because he's still being occupied by students asking him random questions. I looked at the back of one student's quiz, and I saw a problem that had some arrows in it.

I realized that this could be a electron flow type of question, but I didn't go too far to speculate why a chemistry type of question would be related to a Sociology class. I go up the top floor and leave with my paper. I looked at the back of the paper, and it seems I have no marks whatsoever.

After opening the double doors on the left side, and the left side is a side a RARELY exit out of or enter, I can't remember what I did next.

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11.09.2012

Spit Microbes Zoomed in? (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

All I remember seeing is microbe looking creatures near a pair of teeth.

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11.09.2012

At a Restaurant in a Towel (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I'm sitting with two people, a random guy to my left, and a girl right in front of me. I don't know how the guy on the left belongs in this whole fiasco, but I'm half-naked with a towel around my waist.

The towel is a yellow-green, leaning towards more of a yellow. The restaurant overall has a brown interior, and the tables are quite small, so I guess it's built for two people to face each other.

I had to get another chair and sit next to the guy. The girl and everyone else seems to be passive with me around, they don't really see anything unusual with me just wearing a towel. I'm not even sure why I'm around these people in the first place.

I become aware that I have this chick's number, so I go outside the restaurant for a bit, and quickly took my phone out that came out of nowhere...note, I'm still wearing a towel, so it had to come from somewhere......sorry for the mental image.

I quickly skimmed over the list on my phone, and found her name, and I can't recall her name unfortunately. I listen to the usual "Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" sound before the call picks up, and even though I can't hear her voice, I felt that I was calling her. I quickly peeked over to my left inside the restaurant, and saw she had her phone on her hand.

She's trying to figure out who's calling her, and I assume that I know her number, but she doesn't know mine. I quickly ended the call and I end up going back inside, and hanged out with these two people for the rest of the dream I guess.

11.09.2012

Getting a Blowjob (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Spoiler for 18+:

I'm bracing my back against the wall with a pillow, and I have to my right someone I know in waking life performing fellatio on me. I stroked her long hair, elevated my head towards the ceiling, and enjoyed the suction, the saliva en-coating my penis, her slurping that shows how much she enjoys it.

It was just me and her, the red cloth covering the window emitting light makes the place darker than usual, and the overall atmosphere has a orange-brown color.

11.09.2012

Sensitivity (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

There's someone I know where I'm confused on whether or not I or her posted on the internet her sensitivity in random areas.

Really random dream, don't even know who it was.

Just a heads-up, if you don't know about my tulpae or don't know what tulpae are, you're going to have no idea what I'm talking about here.

Okay, so, I was on the tulpa.info IRC channel, and Kayleigh was possessing my arms so she could type. I had to try to force control back because I remembered that Link was supposed to be the one possessing me, since we're the ones working on possession IWL at the moment (Kayleigh and I haven't started yet). Then I woke up.

Night of August 18, 1966. Thursday.



This is probably one of my first more precisely documented dreams over time. It was recurring and lucid in some versions. One might think this would be a nightmare, but not even close, just a sense of childlike awe and wonder and likely my first tulpa-creating attempt within a dream state.

My dream usually starts at the Concordia Ballroom (at 1129 La Crosse Street) where my father often performed in real life. It is fairly late at night. I danced there in reality at the time, but in my dream, things are quite different. The Concordia building seems to be oriented perpendicular to actuality. There are also a lot of cars that seem more of a late 1940s style than the 1960s.

Not only that, I end up wandering off into the darkness, yet seeing that a large barn…yes…a barn - exists just down the street a short distance from the Concordia Ballroom.

In the barn it is semi-dark. Cobras are certainly not to be found in Wisconsin (in the wild, anyway), but there is a cobra in the hayloft (and only ever one). It is mostly black with a bit of yellowish orange. In some versions (even later on, as it got colder in real life), I wait expectantly, but wake up before it appears (almost as if it had to appear before I could leave my dream with “better confidence” - hard to explain). Sometimes it seems to be a long time for me to be standing there. No drama happens. No one comes looking for me. I do not think of climbing up to the hayloft at all. The cobra is high above in the hayloft, upright, around the middle area, and is no real threat. There seems to be a mystical atmosphere over the whole time period with similar dreams.