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    1. 14 Mar: Paralell universe

      by , 03-14-2016 at 11:32 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I get sucked into a parallel universe, in which civilization seems a bit more advanced technologically speaking - there's quite a number of flying saucers moving around in the sky - but with a very retro feel. I observe fascinated the architecture of the city, the gadgets they have, etc. Everything seems peaceful and clean and civilized, until I learn there's another level of society not so lucky, where people gather in lines to get basic things that are rationed. But somehow they accept their faith, it seems. It's because of a deep belief in genetic differences that determine if you're from the elite or not. Then I find the elite has some strange bloody rituals to honour (or whatever) this blood differentiation. These rituals are supposedly secret, but I am taken to the place where they happen. I soon start wondering how come I was so welcomed in this elite, how even I got here in the first place, and if maybe they are in fact descendants of humans from my universe and therefore they brought me here to sacrifice me, symbolically. I start planning a way to discreetly get away from here, before it's too late.
    2. Intergalactic 3d Map of Space

      by , 06-12-2015 at 04:44 PM
      In the dream I am shown a 3dimensional map of the universe, or at least a part of the universe. I continue to zoom into the map, to look more closely at our own galaxy, the Milky Way.


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    3. 9 May: books of revelations

      by , 05-09-2014 at 05:38 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I am inside a house, become aware of the dream and go out to a large balcony. It stands over a large pateo with black, white and rose tiles. I dive into it and feel myself sinking into the ground, moving fast through the darkness. Until all is still and there's only clarity.
      In front of me appears a book, as clear as day light. It has a picture on the cover, of a palace in the mountains and a title with a long word, whose meaning I sense but don't know how to translate. I try to memorize it, but I can't. The pages open and I read it. More books follow. I realize they are written in german and italian, for some reason. I feel a connection with Switzerland, but the contents are universal. I give up trying to understand and memorize. It only seems to work well when I read without trying to comprehend. I feel that whatever I am "learning" will be imprinted, even if I don't understand consciously.
      I wake up briefly and go back to lucid dream. I keep on reading. This time the message is clear, it is about the Universe, our solar system, something very specific about Jupiter.

      I have a false awakening and I transmit to my mother the message I just received. Then I realize we're still in a dream.
      I finally wake up. Can't remember any detail about what I read, but I believe it is recorded in my unconscious memory.
    4. 30 Sep: Seeing the patterns

      by , 09-30-2013 at 08:28 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      I'm at some airport, but not a conventional one, either it's interplanetary or interdimensional. I was with some girl friends, but I loose them in the crowd. I end up in the restauration area and from there I walk out into an open area that I recognize from another dream I had some day. There's a stage and a girl is rehearsing for a concert later on. I keep walking up a dirt road because nature looks alien: there's a tree with raspberries the size of big apples and the soil looks like a creamy chocolate cake. As I watch the trees, their roots and branches and the river to my left, I notice patterns overlapping. The branches of a certain tree fit precisely against certain stars in the sky.
      A guy appears behind me and says "Can you see the patterns, repeated and interconnected?".
      "Yes, but if I move to a new position, I stop seeing this overlapping pattern, so it's just coincidental."
      "Look again, you'll just see new patterns emerging. No matter what angle you look at things, you will always find repeating and overlapping patterns, just different ones, infinite numbers."

      As we keep walking, I know I am dreaming, but it requires no reality check to confirm it or stabilize it. It holds very naturally and very clear. I actually feel that I can stay there forever. I realize how much I could learn if I decide to stay. I am decided to stay and unravel all the secrets of all the universes.
      But then I wonder what will happen to the girl body I have left sleeping on a bed... Will "I" enter a coma? Sleep for the rest of "my life"? What about my family and loved ones? I don't worry that I'll miss them, I worry that they'll suffer not understanding what is happening to "me". I feel obliged to come back. (Damn!)
      But for now I keep walking with this guy and he takes me to a really nice hostel in the mountain. My room faces a terrace over the river, that connects to other rooms. All is well on this peaceful place, I'm just contemplating nature, when a couple of men in black come out of another room, dragging my friend. When I approach to ask what they're doing, they tell me to go away or they'll take me to. One of them has some kind of weapon that points at me and I wake up.

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    5. Foggy space travel

      by , 07-16-2013 at 04:20 PM (Life's Dream Accounts)
      I remember in the dream that it was just me involved in moving space and time into another galaxy far far away so that I could meet a distant family of stars. It started to where the planet moved slowly with the universe and then ended up colliding in unison with a moving blue light in the sky.

      I was then In a place where people were spirits, ghosts, or have passed and I could not see them but knew that they were there. This place was an abandoned neighborhood. I started to become weary of something when I noticed there were dolls and props from children's toys laying about the neighborhood. This was weird to me but I continued on then moving into a house above the ground where I found these kids on top of their beds. They looked real for a second but then on second thought they were fragments of people. -END
    6. [The Devil is in the Dance] (An LSD induced waking dream.)

      by , 04-08-2013 at 06:29 PM (Searching For The Center of Everything)
      4/3/13

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      [Alright. I'll try to keep this to the point. Forgive my confusing scattered words. It's taken me my whole life to master this level of communication... and I'm still very far from being the Master.

      I'm assuming this topic is alright for DreamViews because it ties heavily into my dreams and general life.
      And I'm assuming people here will talk to me as if I'm not "psycho". And be quite loving and understanding.
      BLESS the ones who aren't offended at my words.

      If anyone has read Charles Fort's works, they'll understand what I mean when I say:

      In every truth lies the hint of what can be called fantasy, and
      in everyone's yarn there lurks something of what can be called the truth.

      Please keep this in mind. This is an experience that is a little "off".
      It's an experience- incompleted by the knowledge of what it was I experienced.
      I'm missing the right way to relate this to you.
      I know what I felt, and I know what I thought I understood about it.
      That is all. And nothing more. Like many humans, I am filled with pride and vanity.
      But I acknowledge that I TRULY know nothing.
      I am not claiming to know anything on these subjects.]

      All times are approximate.

      Please keep an open mind.

      This is my experience with Lucy.

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      __________________________________________________ ____________________________
      [Background]

      My name is Austin.

      4 days ago, I experienced Lucy, aka "Acid" aka "LSD" with my "perfect-for-me" girlfriend.

      Her name is Alex.

      I love this tragic girl bottomlessly, so much it hurts. But this trip was different than with shrooms.
      This time, I caught a glimpse of one of those most peculiar facets of reality.
      I caught a glimpse beyond the veil. I felt something else's presence among the two of us.
      I think it was what the Alchemists and the Shamans and the Wizards and Philosophers
      and Dreamers and Scientists and more... would understand as "Lucifer".

      Not many people will understand what I'm about to say.
      That is because what I'm going to say CANNOT be put into these helpless words. Not in these hopeless worlds.
      Hopefully, someone on these forums who has experimented with altered consciousness-
      Will understand these metaphors and will relate. I hope someone knows what I'm talking about.
      I will do my BEST to explain them to the others who don't get it yet.
      This is why people who are actually on to something- are soon discredited as incoherent or such.
      What we seek cannot be put into words. The words will escape you like sand through fingers.
      Reminiscent of deja vu. If someone demands you explain these secrets, it won't happen. It can't.
      Experience is the only way. First-hand.

      Now.

      I believe Lucifer can appear as and through different things to different people.
      But to me it was or was through the gentle and mysterious lover.
      The fiery serpentine chasing me up the spiral staircase.
      Lucy was the image in between the mirror. Behind the lights.
      She was there- but not in a physical sense. The lights would glow brightly when she was close.

      My experience with this "entity" was gentle. Loving. Harshly beautiful. With a tinge of dark.
      A hint of mystery. He/she told me things through my girlfriend. Beautiful things.
      The problem is- my girlfriend claims that I was lost in a trip the entire time.
      Conversations I thought I had between us, were just conversations with myself...
      Through my girlfriend. But I'll have to ask for more faith from YOU
      that I know that I was talking with "someone" whether it was my girlfriend
      or an "entity" of less-than-physical existence. It may very well all have been in my head.
      But I'm implying that perhaps that's how this thing works.
      It IS all in your head. But at the same time it's not JUST in your head.

      Oh man, it makes you double take on schizophrenia and general insanity in the world.
      What if one of these people screaming on the street are screaming the truth?

      Lately, I've been having these reoccurring thoughts in my head that I'm somehow Lucifer.
      I just notice all these similarities to me and the angel they call "Lucifer".
      My cardinal sin is Pride. I'm a dreamer, a musician, a lover, a woman and a man.
      I don't belong here and I feel out of place. I equate myself to a Lion.
      I seek knowledge. It reminds me of the story of the Apple of Eden.

      I have a STRONG intuition that I'll meet Lucifer on Lucy.
      __________________________________________________ ______________
      [Austin]

      I was one of those "weird kids" you find in school... That never did and never will fit in.
      The quiet, smart, awkward kid. The outlandish kind. But I've held on to my innocence.
      Longer than most could- I still have real good in my heart. I still have that light inside.
      I feel like I have a perfect blend of female and male inside. I feel almost superhuman inside.
      But broken at the same time. Like something is missing. My heart is full, but my roots are dry.
      But I have a love for horror. An amorous pulling to the mysterious. Everyone has these things.

      But I'm uncontrollably thirsty for knowledge. Wisdom. The way the Universe works, in all her wonder.
      I've procrastinated the ignition of my life. I've waited to begin my life-
      Just to bury myself in books. Drowned myself in watery facts and ideas.
      Pondered for hours on "reality" breaking ideas. Ideas that would make sheep panic.
      Ideas that only excite ME. "Maybe the world isn't as boring as I thought," I thought.

      My life works in symbols. Archetypes.
      The boundless ocean. The mother. The Lion. The female. Green. Autumn.
      The King. Duality. Trinity. Clocks, and Stuffed Bears. Dreams. It doesn't matter.
      But it does.

      I know about the connection between you and I. Through reading, experience with dreams,
      books of esotericism, books of all sorts!, and simple observation. It doesn't take a genius to see
      That there is someone pulling strings in reality. Watch those coincidences.
      Try to find connections. It used to be impossible- Then it became improbable.
      Now it's highly probable. I know most of you will take me as insane.
      There will be one who takes these words just right.

      Lately I've been noticing the insane improbable-almost-to-the-point-of-impossible amount of coincidences.
      The Universe was talking to me all the time. I just needed to tune in.
      __________________________________________________ _____________________________
      [Alex]

      She's the most interesting human I've met so far.

      She has reason behind everything she does!

      If she were an element, she'd be fire. She's a white Tiger she says.
      Her taste is deliciously refined. She knows what she likes.
      During Shrooms, I noticed something very peculiar.
      While everyone else in the room tripped blindly.
      She unscrewed light bulbs, turned things upside down.
      I saw it. It resonated with me.
      It was her act of defiance I think that caught my eye.
      Her rebellion against the collection of rules we call society.
      Mischievous girl. I understand she'll break my heart one day.
      ...
      She grew up so fast. She's had a miserable life so far.
      It beat the shit out of her. Her Mother is a monster. (Broke my damn side-view mirror that bitch.)
      She never had a father. (He left before Alex was born.)

      I've noticed that she does NOT attract happy karmic events.
      If there ever was an unlucky human, it was her.
      Her life hands her more shit than most humans would be able to handle.
      She is hardened to this cruel world. The pessimist out of us.
      But she knows things. She knows how it really is.
      I'm wary of her. But just as wary as someone can be
      of someone you love more than anything.

      Our relationship is confusing.
      At times we're like best friends.
      Sometimes we're enemies.
      Sometimes we're just animals using each other.
      But when it's all said and done...
      All I want to do is hold her hand and keep her safe through this lifetime.
      That is what I'm here to do.
      If there's anything that's real in this goddamned life, it's that I TRULY love that girl.
      __________________________________________________ ____________________________________
      [0:00]
      We walked into my bedroom and placed two blotters each (piece of paper with LSD dropped on) under our tongues.
      We sat around for a moment and began to feel excited and restless. Hence our decision to go to the local convenience store to grab a drink for the trip.
      We smoked a bowl and headed down the hallway to go outside.
      "Do you want to drive?" I dangle my Miku anime-keychain.
      "Mmm... Yes!" I barely offer it, but she barely ever accepts. I become aware of the symbolism in that.

      (throughout that day, I had seen the theme of "Lucifer"
      sowing itself in and out of the tapestry of reality. Through coincidence. Shit happens, you know, but you'll start to notice that a great deal of that "shit"'s probability doesn't match up with the general idea of probability that society has built. Too many coincidences to be without an explanation. Too much smoke to be without a fire. I'd see pictures on Tumblr of serpents and horns- I'd see references to the Bible and things like that- but there was just so much of it today, more so than usual.)



      Pulling up, I asked my girlfriend, "Do you know the story of The Garden of Eden?" ...
      "Yeah, I know about that story." She humors me.
      "Well... sh-should I trust him? I know I'll have to meet him eventually..."
      "I don't know..." She knows.
      "Huh." I drop it.

      I know she doesn't understand my curiosity. I accept it's just one of our differences.

      We grab our drinks- 2 thirst busters, and a pink powerade for me and a blood red powerade for her.

      When we get back to the house, giddy and excited, we metaphorically "stumble" through the door.
      I mean by that- that we were a little "off" by now. It had been 30min. We were walking perfectly fine.
      Talking a little strangely... but perfectly functional. Just a little "different" and "strange".

      __________________________________________________ ___________________________________
      [0:35]
      As we walked back in the room and shut the door, she unloaded a pocketful of things and change.
      I pointed it out to her that she was becoming a little more like me.
      "It's because I love you." It made sense. I picked up a lot of her traits at times too.

      We sat on my bed and loved on each other a little. Tickles, talking, touching, pictures, videos.
      It was about an hour through, that we started to feel a little more than just "stoned."
      The first stage was the breaking of the shell. The realization that there's more to "you" than just "you."
      I watched the clock and became the clock. My awareness controlled how I existed.
      Visuals were normal. If a little more relaxed. "Diffused" is a good word. "Unfocused".

      I stayed consciously aware of what I was feeling constantly. It was creeping up pretty slowly- but it wasn't anything like I had felt before.
      I could "feel" it coming on, as I could with other things. It felt like... a drop-off. A cliff.
      It felt like I was hanging off the side of a great cliff, dangling over the abyss from a rope.
      Alex told me several times throughout the trip that that's how I "felt", as if she could feel what I felt too.

      We immediately went to work with our music playlists that we had planned out. I'm usually the one who spends time thinking about the future (making playlists for acid trips is a good example of this), but Alex surprised me this time by being prepared. Notice this coincidence.

      She listened to her music first. Of Monsters and Men. The Head and the Heart. Modest Mouse. Bright Eyes.
      Amazing music. But it left me wanting something more familiar.

      On to my music. I felt around with my ears the following: Gorillaz, The Beatles, Vampire Weekend, Arcade Fire, Radiohead, Panic! At The Disco...

      Oh, such beautiful things tucked away neatly in these songs. A word to the wise:
      Alot of these bands know what they're talking about. They know what I'M talking about.
      It's all in the music that we listen to- secrets. But remember that words can't describe what I've seen.
      But music is a better language for something like this.

      Take note that "Lucifer" is constantly associated with things such as "light, music, beauty, etc".

      Well back to the trip. By this point, another hour has passed. I had been on the brink of tears countless times now from what I'd seen
      and momentarily forgotten.
      (Amnesia sucks. I have reason to believe my human is plagued with holey memory. I hope to one day find out why. Probably heavy fluoride in the pineal gland.)

      __________________________________________________ __________________________________
      [1:15]
      Now, me and Alex just wanted to talk again.

      She told me about what laughter was for.
      She told me that:
      "Love is strange- If you get too filled up with that wonderfulness [love], it'll make you sad. You need to let it out every once in awhile.
      It's meant to be shared."

      My god! Right in front of our eyes. Laughter was the human mechanism for sharing love with the world. The letting out of steam.
      It was biological as much as it was just... oddly metaphysically organic. I mean by that... ... no. I'll have to leave that one for you. It's a mechanism of my higher-self as much as it is my human.

      "If you start to feel sad... it's because you need to let it out. Share it." If there's one thing I held on to throughout my trip, it was this.

      Countless times I felt that well of sadness rising up. I pushed it down by laughing at how wonderful everything was. I just looked around.
      I laughed at how crazy I was for thinking I was talking to the devil. I laughed at how impossibly-obviously it presented itself to me.
      I laughed at how all of my favorite bands had all of the answers to my questions- but in code.
      I laughed at how awkward my soul piloted my human. I would lean into kiss my lover, and land somewhere else and just laugh.
      I laughed at how perfect she was. How she always found the perfect thing to say to me. It was like a storybook. Like a dream.
      Like I had always wished and wished for. She completed me, like a puzzle piece. How curious.



      My soul wasn't very good at integrating me into society, in general, I observed.
      I just have never understood the importance of fitting in. Never in my life.
      If I had a finger to point... it would be at my soul.
      From what I understand...
      He should be the one who deals with matters spanning over the 4th dimension... over and outside of time.

      But...
      I am him. I just sometimes forget.

      __________________________________________________ __________________________
      [1:45]
      Alex.

      She was different now. She was still her. But now with a mischievous grin. Cheshire was smiling through my love's face.
      She walked like a Goddess, like a perfect little hipster indie kid. (I think that's what I would incarnate as if I were Lucy.) [I'll call her Lucy.]
      She pointed to my antique clock and told me the face was the surface of a pond. She was pointing at my symbols. She knew what it meant to me. She knew I had always equated myself with the element water. She knew my personality was watery in itself.
      "It's like a dirty pond with scattered numbers."
      She knew about my shaky relationship with time.
      The pond represented me.

      She got up and stretched. "Man, all this damn water." ...again, referring to ME.
      As if she had finally seen the real me.
      She said it as if just arriving there to that moment in time, before flashing me a grin.
      Again, I got the impression of being in the presence of a Goddess- in the flesh. She knew I knew.

      She analyzed my life so far and hit every nail on the head. With such grace and the perfect hint of mystery to keep me there. She talked about my innocence and my attachment to my inner child.
      I have a stuffed animal, a tattered old bear- she told me that my child was beaten up.
      My innocence was hurt.

      I think I feel the need to use the word "her" because I was still clinging on to egos. I was afraid to be one with this. All the warnings.
      All the damn warnings from humanity. Avoid the one they call the devil. I struggled within myself against it.

      "It's like a bunch dolls in a dollhouse." She referred to the bodies we inhabited.

      At this point- my mind was so far in the "strange". My nerves and senses were totally "not-normal".
      I didn't think of it as, "Sight" or "Hearing" or "Feeling"... it was more of a five-pronged color wheel of general sensation manifesting itself as a big picture. I mean... My senses began to blur into one sense.

      And the trails. Oh my... There was a mesmerizing soft blur behind any sort of movement.

      I also began to notice catching weird alien thoughts in my own head. I felt like I was tuning in on Alex's thoughts.
      I STILL can't figure out who it really was that first wanted that cigarette. Also...
      I would look at Alex with a question and she would verbally respond.
      Me and Alex began to slowly realize something. Not that we were melding consciousness. But that we already were one consciousness.
      I was getting my first understanding of what "Duality" and "Unity" truly meant.

      I spoke incoherently, akin to Jack Sparrow. I was trying to grasp an idea.
      It was being relayed to me from outside of my head, that's for sure.

      But here's a metaphor to help you understand what I mean.
      Sometimes, if you stare directly at something...
      It vanishes.
      But if you learn to look with the corner of your eye.
      You might get a better glimpse.

      If I thought too hard at an idea, it would run away.
      Same with Lucy/Lucifer. If we chased after her, she would vanish.
      She would stop amusing us. She had a tendency to sneak in and out of our trip.

      And then something happened... she tried to get me to kiss her. She had that devilish look in her eye.
      I... recoiled. I subconsciously knew that what I was dealing with was indeed very heavy. It meant something.
      And I needed to be perfectly conscious so I could make a decision. These cautious thoughts were definitely mine.

      I know what LSD can do to you. You have to keep your mind clear and empty or else you'll convince yourself of something.
      I decided that this vision or feeling of dancing with the devil was TOO persistent to be a simple delusion.
      I might be an odd human, but I know that these was DEFINITELY something more to this than delusion.
      Truly, there's some truth in my yarn. But I kept a clear head so that I would feel the feelings as they came.

      I was forced to make a decision of a life time. If I went through with this, I had a feeling my life would never be the same. But my life was always so boring... I kind of ached for it, you know?

      Vampire Weekend summed it up perfectly:

      "It’s not right but it’s now or never
      And if I wait could I ever forgive myself? "


      I finally kissed her back, pushing through my hesitation. It WAS just my girlfriend.
      I kiss her all the time. But this time it was mixed-up, fearful, and hesitant.
      We lost ourselves in our slow kisses for awhile. And suddenly...
      for JUST a moment, I woke up from the Matrix that we live in.
      I realized in that moment that I was NOT my body... or even my mind, for that matter.
      Whatever I really was, it was "green" and "bright" and "vibrant" and "full of love".
      She was more "grey" and "scarred" and "hopeless" but "wise" and "full of texture"
      The best way I can describe what it felt like... I was an amorphous living "thing".
      A giant changing organism of "light". I felt MYSELF (I'll capitalize when I refer to our higher self.)
      brushing up against my lover... in an alien landscape, in alien bodies. It was more beautiful than anything you've ever experienced.
      It was scarring to someone who wants to remain ignorant. I now knew.

      She knew I had finally seen the true HER. SHE was disfigured and bruised from the horrors and disappointments of her lives.
      I held her body close and radiated an infinite love that she had never felt before. She knew I knew. She knew I loved her regardless.
      I didn't get to see any specifics, but I know that we've known each other intimately besides this life. Same with all the people in my life.

      We cuddled for a little and loved each other. I accepted every little part of her, and she accepted every little part of me.

      __________________________________________________ ____________________________________
      [2:00]
      We laid in my bed and stared around my room. It was as if I was my soul, checking up on my human. My room was a wreck.
      Disorganized and messy. I scolded myself. My eyes caught all these symbols that I would have never caught.
      I looked at my long hair and saw my female trying to claw her way out. She was desperate to be seen and pet.
      It was tragic. I felt a little drunk- by that I mean that drunken feeling of trying to walk. A great happy cheerfulness filled me
      despite my slight lack of coordination.

      I had to go to the bathroom though... I was afraid to be away from Alex, so I hesitated...
      "I REAAAALLY need to goooo."
      "Okay, I'm going now."
      "Alright baby, here I go."
      "I NEED TO PEEEE."

      (I said all of those... probably 20 seconds apart. Stalling.)

      I worked up the courage to break away. I drifted like a ghost down the hall.
      Once in the bathroom, I got on my knees and peed close to the toilet (a strange habit I'd picked up years ago).
      I got up, and checked myself out in the mirror. My pupils were huge. I could see my soul showing through my eyes.
      It was beautiful. I always thought that was beautiful. Enlarged pupils are subconsciously attractive to me.
      Then I returned to Alex. We were both thinking about the same thing now. Ourselves.

      We both stared at our vessels with self-love. She began to talk again,
      "You know... I never really got why people are so against this." I knew she was referring to our self-love.
      "If you have what you have, what's the point in Not loving it?" -She continued while eyeing herself with love and a hint of lust.
      I did the same.

      Sometime throughout the trip, I stripped naked and watched my body closely.
      It was so... gorgeous. My male and female energies were so balanced.
      I marveled at my body's hips and legs, and my shoulders and eyes.


      (I'd always had a deeply ingrained disgust with egoists.
      Egotistical people had always disgusted me. They were never going to grow, because they were so weighed down by their own empty weight. My religious Dad pointed out that I had pride in my eyes, countless times through my childhood. He made sure I knew it was wrong.)

      (But... I couldn't find an argument to this one. I had always thought myself and Alex to be extremely attractive.
      In a different kind of way than what society could see. I would walk by a group of girls, flicking on a switch inside.
      I would think confident feelings, I would KNOW that I was sexy... and the girls would always look my direction and blush.
      I had that power. Everyone does. And if it's already there... It's just a matter of turning it on.)


      __________________________________________________ __________________________________
      [2:30]
      Alex had to go pee next. It had been 2 1/2 hours now. She left to go to the bathroom...
      But I found myself following close behind, as if I were going to the bathroom as well.
      As if we were going to share that experience. I paused and realized that I couldn't follow her in there.
      She chuckled at me and left.

      I realized I still needed to pee! I normally was very "good" at holding my bladder.
      But this time felt different. Seconds had passed since Alex left the room.
      "I don't think I can wait." I said to myself, alone in my room.
      I panicked when I thought that perhaps Lucy had something to do with my bladder un-control.

      Then I realized it. I wasn't feeling MY need to pee. I was feeling Alex's need to pee.
      I had already pissed. Now it was her turn.
      Only catch.
      I was going to experience her turn.

      When it finally dawned on me what was going on...
      I began to squirm and struggle to hold in my bladder-
      While I was experienced pee-ing.
      I could feel it so clearly. It felt good~
      But I was unable to enjoy the relieving feeling due to my panic.
      It reminds me slightly of orgasm, but just a hint.
      I'm proud to say, that I LSD didn't make me piss

      I continued to squirm, until she was done.
      Then I walked out of my room and met her at the door to explain.
      She grinned at me.

      __________________________________________________ _________________________________
      [3:30]
      At about 3 1/2 hours.
      We fell into the bed again, and fell entranced by my ceiling light.
      It broke my popcorn ceiling into a crystal kaleidoscope.
      It began to glow intensely. We lied there in that room staring at that light forever.
      It was so fucking beautiful. I could tell that there was something "more" to the light.
      There was something "behind" the light. "Inside" it. "Outside" of it...
      Wait no... There's no word for it. "Within" would be the best fit.

      Lucy was close-by. The light vibrated. The ceiling crawled.
      The room came to life. We were coming to a peak of the trip.
      Alex snapped me out of it.
      "Don't let it take you away."
      What a strange thing to say, I thought.
      I'm sure she knew what I felt.
      But I looked away and broke the spell.

      Our gazes returned shortly after.
      She gasped- "I can see your heartbeat in the ceiling."
      Both of our jaws dropped. It was true. The light was pulsating to my heart.
      We were pushed back against the wall and the bed... HARD.
      But it was because of how incredibly beautiful and powerful it was.
      The entity.
      ... ...
      She joked for the third time, "If this is the peak, I'd still be disappointed."
      I laughed at that challenge to Lucy.

      We sat up from our bed, feeling like we had lived an eternity in moments.

      The green curtains had crawling vines. If you relaxed your eyes on them, they would move like crazy.
      I could also see aura around Alex. Her's was red.
      She told me mine was a bright green.

      By now, we had abandoned words for the most part. We both realized how much easier it was
      to communicate in "soul-speak", in thought, and in feeling.

      __________________________________________________ __________________________
      [4:30]
      We walked outside. Oh. My. God.

      "There's a world out here..." We both gasped. We were coming down fast.

      But that one moment when I first experienced nature... our SUN, the neighborhood.
      I will never forget it. It made me gasp in my female's voice. It was THAT powerful.
      I was powerfully aware of our position in the solar system. That big glowing thing in the sky...
      It's in a very basic sense: "Alive".

      Fire is... "Alive." Plants and animals... they're "alive and conscious".

      My only metaphor for this... would be...
      There's these Mexican candies... I forget their name...
      But it's a plastic container, with this spicy/sour chile mango
      Squishy candy inside.
      You squeeze it out through the top and it comes out in strands.
      Like squishy red grass.
      The inside of the container is primal life. Life in it's most basic form. Before it's manifested in this world.
      When it's squeezed out, it seperates into egos and distinctions. Each little blade is a different manifestation of the same thing.


      (Matter is alive too, just vibrating at a different level. But I digress- back to the trip.)

      My lover and I sat beautifully in our bodies. I followed her to a spot in the shade, out of the morning sun where we found our perch. Watching the school children and other humans waking up, and going to school and work.
      We sat there and watched, understanding that they may never know the things we know.
      They may go their whole lives and never see the truth.
      I began to grow nervous that people were walking about as, well, we were tripping balls in my front driveway.

      I shook it off, "Ah fuck it. A school bus of children could pass by for all I care."
      A school bus passed 6 seconds later. Me and Alex eyed each other and knew that Lucy was still with us.

      We had a conversation between a human God and Goddess in my front yard about the tops of trees.
      She pointed to the top of the pine tree before us.
      "You know, the tops of trees are my favorite parts of trees." She spoke softly.
      I thought to myself of whether there was symbolism in what she said.
      She paused before saying, "It matters."

      She reminded me of plants. I had always wanted to communicate with one. I cupped in my hands a yellow flowered weed next to me, and I closed my eyes. I felt something. But not very strongly. I felt impatient.

      "You want to go inside, don't you?" I had a feeling.
      "Yeah..."
      "Well... can we wait out here for just a second?"
      "Yeah, as long as you want."
      But I couldn't fully enjoy it, now that I knew she wanted to go inside.
      I asked one more question... It was aimed at Lucy AND Alex.
      "You aren't going leave me... are you?" The insecure little girl I had once been was asking.
      I began to tear up and almost cry at the thought of being disconnected from this in the future.
      I don't remember her answer. But it was good. I remembered to laugh, so I wouldn't be sad.
      So we got up and walked inside.

      __________________________________________________ _____________________________________
      [6:00]
      It was approximately 6 hours into our trip, more or less.
      Lucy was still here, but in a less HERE way.

      (INTERJECTION: The overwhelming clarity of LSD is so strange to experience, in stark contrast to the drug propaganda out there. Do not listen to your government on matters like this. You have to trust your heart on this to know if you're ready for something like this. I was ready. I've been waiting for this day my entire life.)

      Now I wasn't talking directly to Lucy. I was talking to just my Alex.
      She noted that I had been talking "past her" for the past few hours.
      That I had, in reality, been lost in a sort of trip. But I know what I experienced.
      I have faith in it. And I will not let the world shake it out of me like they do to the rest of us.

      Back to the experience. I confronted another demon of mine.
      My occasional lack of passion. My lack of red and orange and yellow.
      My lack of masculine energies.

      Alex was calling me to her. She stretched her beautiful body in my bed, like a cat.
      I knew her body wanted mine. I knew her animal ached for mine.
      But I am not the normal male. Not the normal man.
      I didn't feel like a wolf ready to take control.
      I was unsure and awkward. I felt wrong every time I tried to force a passionate kiss.
      I couldn't fake passion. So I sat there awkward.

      I don't know how many Panic! At The Disco songs I heard before it happened.
      (Panic! was playing on shuffle the first time we made love.)

      She took control. She pushed me against the bed. She has what I don't have.
      I tried to fight back... but she was too strong for me.
      I quivered and moaned like the female I felt.
      She touched my body and made me feel powerless.
      I began to tear up in fear and quiet submission.
      Oh, it was then I felt real passion.
      This is one reason why we're like puzzle pieces. We match.


      Sometimes I curse myself for being born in a male body, when I'm so obviously not.
      But I understand that things happen for reasons. Perhaps I chose this existence to make amends
      with my masculinity.


      I'll skip out some pretty details.
      But there was passionate kisses.
      "I can see why humans do that." She smirked along with me.
      It was a physical means to elicit a reaction in our souls. It was a way to communicate.
      We were trading delicate feelings through lips.
      Two aliens; two children of the stars-
      experiencing what it was like to love as humans.
      Oh the impossibly mad love.

      Once I felt that passion in my bones...
      The man in me awoke. The wolf.
      I grabbed her and forced her down like I wished she would to me all those times.

      [email protected]#$%^&

      I came earlier than I wanted to and I sat in shame for a minute.
      Alex knew what my look meant, and she told me that she had felt amazing regardless.
      "So why worry?"

      __________________________________________________ _________________
      [7:00]


      Alex eventually fell asleep.
      We cuddled together and held each other close until then.

      Then I was alone.
      I moved to my computer.
      I was compelled to listen to "Colorblind" by Counting Crows.
      It was an anthem of my human and soul, specific to me.
      It touched my hurt that I had accumulated as this specific human.
      My awkward un-belonging. My prison of skin. My lack of color.
      (Books, the only thing I had found solace in before... can only show you black and white.)

      I cried my eyes out. I couldn't fight the sadness back.
      It all poured out. I was terrified of how deep the feeling was.
      I went to Alex and was about to shake her, when
      "I'm fine." was sung.

      I knew this was a sign from the Universe to let her sleep.
      I was fine.

      (The Universe or Lucy or whatever it was... sometimes sends me winks.
      "Coffee black and eggwhite." is a line in that song."
      My best friend's Dad just poured me black coffee and handed me an egg sandwich while I've been up all night typing this.)

      It's truly a humbling thing to know that your entire life is a part to a play.
      It's just a dance. It's put together very delicately, with lots of love and care.
      But sometimes if you REALLY look closely, it's like a movie.
      We all have a part to play. Dolls in a dollhouse.

      __________________________________________________ _______________________________
      [End?]

      So that's my story so far. At the same time, it's all of our stories. We've all met Lucifer in one way or another. It lives inside of all us, whether we like it or not. It's all a matter of becoming aware of it.

      I'm not trying to convince anyone of anything. Just sending a message out in a bottle.
      For most of you, you most likely will categorize me as delusional. That is fine.
      This is just an oddly fascinating and fantastic story to you. But I have faith in the dreamers.
      I know who I'm talking to. They know who they are. The right people will answer me.

      It's all just simple math. What I'm talking about sounds magical... but it is very real.
      Perhaps, one day it will be considered common knowledge. Accepted science.
      But until then- we need explorers who are willing to chart this new frontier.

      __________________________________________________ _______________
      [Some of the other things Lucy told me through Alex...]

      "You don't belong here. You feel it too, don't you?" I had always felt that.

      "You're a very very VERRRY special, human, Austin. I don't think you realize how special you are." I knew this was truth, but it felt like a dirty truth. It felt wrong to say and obsess with. I know I'm meant for something big. But it's not all about me.

      "You're INCREDIBLY beautiful." She stared at me sometimes... just as I had stared at the beautiful light.

      "You've been waiting here, an anomaly in this world. Waiting for something alien to return you to your home."

      [I also "realized" a few things by myself.]

      I saw that most the people I called friends, were actually entities I knew outside of this human life.
      A few of them I was "tied up to" or "chained to" with karmic debt.
      My best friend is VERY pushy, and if I don't listen to what he says, I feel a backlash of negative energy.
      I'm starting to realize that I actually am VERY far in debt to ALOT of people.

      I also found that I was meant to go to a certain concert in California called Coachella in the middle of April.

      I realized on my own that I'm destined to be a famous musician. That sounds horribly egotistical.
      But you'll understand if you're ever in shoes like mine.


      And lastly... I started the apocalypse. Maybe it was me individually, or me in the general sense of humans.
      But when I came out of my trip, instantly I saw new signs of chaos.

      This whole Korea business became frontline news. I've seen and heard ambulances every day here since.
      People have been talking about the upcoming war in America. People have started making plans.
      I think I might move to Seattle eventually. I have a feeling it might be safe for me.
      Since me and Alex are both extremely drawn to this city.


      __________________________________________________ ______________________________________
      Please... if you're curious or have questions, please ask.
      If you have something to add to my experience, I would certainly appreciate it!

      It's a wonderful world out there, dreamers. Get out there and feel it for yourself!
      For all you wisdom-seekers, may you find what you're looking for.

      Updated 04-08-2013 at 06:57 PM by 57330 (grammar)

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    7. Freaky Pig-Men

      by , 02-08-2013 at 05:19 AM
      A man is walking down a sidewalk up to a street corner. He stops at the corner and looks at a house on the opposite side of the road. Man doesn`t notice but he `switches universes` and walks towards the house. Man goes inside and is suddenly dressed in half of a pig costume. The man`s bottom half doesn`t seem to exist anymore. His arms are in the pig costume`s arms and his head in its head but no spine or abdomen or legs are present. He has an owner who treats him like a pet and the man in costume seems to have been shrunk down to the size of a baby pig. Weird right?
    8. Donovan - 1st dream, 04302012

      by , 05-02-2012 at 06:22 AM
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]I meet a man who takes care of the cosmos named Donovan. Heis tall and thin, with a sunken face and long nearly-white hair, and he is VERYimportant. He is dressed in a white robe made of a thin cottony material whichappears old and tattered. The cloth dangles around his feet, and he sports apair of leather sandals. At some point I think he may have been carrying awhite staff.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]Behind him is a scene out of a sci-fi movie, or perhaps afantasy picture on the web. Colors stretch out behind him towards a black void,and I believe he does not exist in normal time or space.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]He speaks to me, but the only thing I recall is that he iscalled Donovan, and he is VERY important to the Universe. I have the impressionthat others know of him and his importance, but who these others might be isnever revealed in the dream.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Calibri][SIZE=3] [/SIZE][/FONT]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
      [SIZE=3][FONT=Calibri]And that’s all I recall.[/FONT][/SIZE]
      [FONT=Times New Roman][SIZE=3][/SIZE][/FONT]
    9. Transcend

      by , 04-15-2012 at 08:38 PM (Zukin's Dream Journal! <3)
      I was at a daycare of sorts. We kept having many recesses in which we were all supposed to play outside together. I was being strange though, and kept stealing plates from the kitchen. I would take them outside and eat them.

      After chewing on pottery for a few minutes, I decided to take a nap. I laid on the grass and rested against the brick wall. Several groups of students walked past me before I managed to fall asleep.

      I awoke in a dark cellar. I was in the cellar of the daycare now. I walked back up to the front lawn where the other children were playing.

      Something seemed off, so I did a reality check. Indeed, I was dreaming. And of course, at that moment, everything seemed to heighten in clarity.

      I had no lucid goals though. I wasn't sure what to do in this dream.

      For a moment, I stood there on the street with nothing to do.

      I flew up into the air and into the clouds. They were so beautiful and defined, full of life even though they were inanimate.

      But no, I had done this before.

      I flew back to the ground and landed on the sidewalk, still wondering how I should spend this dream.

      And then it came to me. How would my dream respond if I asked for transcendence?

      "Take me higher," I whispered.

      Instantly, without my doing, I rose into the air.

      Everything morphed around me. Not into anything new, but into hyper clarity...that's not even the right word. Everything surrounding me became a kaleidoscope pattern, but yet nothing changed at all.

      "Higher" I whispered.

      This soundtrack began to play and I began to move forward:



      I can't exactly describe how I felt. It was similar to that of tripping - but more intense.

      I was moving forward without my doing. The street ahead of me was coming towards me.

      I was about to fly straight through a billboard, but I wasn't afraid. I simply passed right through.

      "Higher," I whispered.

      Everything began to move faster. I zoomed out of the city and in the process left my body behind.

      My consciousness was now flying warp speed through the Earth (que really fucking epic music).

      I was flying so fast through country roads, wilderness paths, and scenic highways that I could only perceive them as the rapid progression of pictures. A billion pictures flew past my eyes per second.

      "Take me higher," I dared.

      I surpassed the warp speed that I was already traveling and my consciousness was risen into the universe.

      In front of me was a massive black hole. It was beautiful.



      Holy shit.

      And I was flying towards it at warp speed.

      Could I go any higher than this?

      I felt my consciousness being ripped apart as I reached the singularity.

      "Higher," I whispered, at the last moment possible.

      The last thing I saw was a tear in either the fabric of the universe, or the fabric that held my mind together. Or both. It pulsated orange.


      I woke up in my bed at my parent's house. I felt heavy.

      But this still felt like a dream.

      I got up out of bed to write this in my journal. The time on the clock kept changing. I had known it all along - I was still dreaming. Yet, I was very paranoid about forgetting the last dream that had just occurred.

      I ran up the stairs. My mother was washing dishes.

      "What are you doing?" She asked.

      That was a really good question. What was I going to do now? I felt like nothing could surpass what had just happened, and I didn't want to forget it either.

      "Maybe I'm just going to sit on the porch and enjoy nature or something," I asked.

      "You have a lot you need to do, you shouldn't be wasting your time right now," she scorned.

      "It's a dream," I flat out told her.

      "One of these days you're just going to lose it," she warned.

      I rolled my eyes and ignored her and proceeded to the porch.

      There was a white rose growing against the warped siding. I sat down beside it. I could feel its warmth.

      I wanted to experience again what happened earlier, but every time I tried I got a blazing headache. I decided to just let it be
      , and woke up for real.



      I just reread through that again and I have to admit that my description of that dream does not do it any justice whatsoever...
    10. Earth 3500

      by , 11-01-2011 at 05:30 AM (Percy's Void of Thoughts)
      31.10.2011
      Earth 3500 (Non-lucid)

      NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

      Lets see if I finally get writing down dreams again... life is so busy that I always forget. A nice dream I had last night reminded me to do so...

      I was at home with some friends and we decided to go for a walk. We started talking about some material that was able to go beyond the speed of light.

      We decided to go visit some spaceship facilities and try out one of those space shuttles. The facility was huge. I saw a big white space shuttle inside an even bigger room. The space shuttle was about 200 feet tall and 600 feet wide. We entered the space shuttle. Once inside, it looked a lot smaller and it started to fly on its own. I was now with five friends and the spaceship started to fly really fast.

      The pilot told me it was very easy to fly, that I just needed to watch out and not crash with other planets. I saw several planets flying by at an enormous speeed. Suddenly, I saw a big light brown mass that looked like a planet, but when we approached it, it had eyes and a huge mouth, but it was kinda cute looking, like a teddy bear. It opened its mouth wider, but our spaceship flew by it fast.

      I thought it would be so cool to stop by one of the planets and take a look how it was. As I was thinking about that, we approached to a planet that looked exactly like Earth, however, it was cut in half.
      I tried to do something at Photoshop, but no clue how to draw what is in my head.

      The Earth did not have an atmosphere anymore. The sky looked like space. I also saw huge buildings, that were about 1200 stories tall. We approached this planet and entered the atmosphere easily. We saw the buildings huge, and enormous freeways. All vehicles could fly similar to the Jetsons, but real life looking, not cartoonish.

      We talked with some people and we were told it was planet Earth in the 3500 year.

      Described here sounds a little late. This dream was more about the imaginary, clarity and reality. The dream was crystal clear and very vivid.
    11. 39th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Mayatara's Dream

      by , 10-02-2011 at 12:56 PM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Mayatara's Dream

      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      Female guardians of the universe
      I am an agent of a universal force for harmony in the universe. My playground are the galaxies. I have fun dancing in the middle of some pretty planets orbiting a sun. I have no shape or size. I am formless.
      There is an inhabited planet somewhat similar to Jupiter and I grab it in my "immaterial" hands and play with it as if it is a ball. In the end I blow it up as if it is a balloon. It was time for it to go.
      Once in a while I take the form of living beings and I go among them for specific missions.
      This time I am supposed to come to planet Earth in the human form. I approach Earth and as I enter its atmosphere and fly over green fields, villages and people, I start adapting myself to the dimensions of the human realm. As I land on the ground, I materialize in a naked female body. I walk through the fields and I find a clothesline and grab a white sheet that was hanging to dry. There is a stone wall separating me from a road to the nearest town and I fly to the top of this wall as I wrap the sheet around me. I don't know there was a van with two guys inside it, right on the other side of the road. They see me appearing out of nowhere, semi-naked and flying away and their jaws drop. But I can't worry about them now.
      I arrive in the town and I somehow manage to rent a room in a kind of inn. It is a really nice place, full of artists and bohemians spending vacations in the countryside. There is a group of half a dozen sitting on the floor at the entrance of the inn, discussing cinema. I am looking for a particular group of researchers on that town, who are developing technology to control the elements, just as we, universal guardians, do. The danger with that is that the poor ignorant humans don't have the subtlety or the wisdom that we do and they risk causing massive disasters on their planet with this technology.
      Unfortunately, in the human form, I don't have the power of omniscience, so I have to investigate as a human would. I wander around and ask some questions, knock on some doors.
      I am getting closer and closer to the right people, when one day returning to the inn, I notice a woman at the living room/library with a strange energy signature. She tries to deceive me, pretending to be someone she's not,
      but I she is a demon which is there to sabotage my mission. She is just trying to get me on a moment of distraction, but I know exactly what she is and don't let my guard down. She finally attacks me and I fly to the ceiling to escape. Her neck extends and her mouth opens, showing shark-like teeth. She almost bites me, but I do evasive maneuvers. She is a though demon and I have a really hard time escaping her attacks. I don't feel so lucky and I don't see how am I going to escape. But then I have a single opportunity, when some movie projector lights up by accident and she is blinded by the light for a second. I strike her a blow with a powerful magic spear and she dematerializes. She is not "dead", I will see her again, but she is gone for now.
      Next day, I finally find the scientists, at the exact moment when they are turning their machine on for the first test experiment. The town was struggling with lack of water and they go to a nearby spring, from where water should be flowing in a cascade, but there's only a very small stream. They program the machine to generate a flow of water to the town, but it goes horribly wrong and they create an unstoppable destructive torrent. I knew it...
      They are dragged by the water and the town is flooded violently, but I stop it soon after, so the damages are restricted and no one actually dies. One of the scientists saw me and realized what I had done. When everybody is recovering from the shock, trying to figure out what just happened, he comes to me and he offers me cake at his house. I find it funny and accept. His house was flooded, but he still sets a table and prepares a tea. He asks me who or what I am. I don't reply, I just smile and he tells me to thank my boss. I say "My boss?" and he says "Yes, the lady in charge. Thank her for having sent you to protect us." I laugh. "How do you know she's a lady?" He replies "She can only be a lady!"
      I agree with him, we are indeed what you could call "female energy" beings.


      Chichén-Itzá
      As I fell asleep I started dreaming right away and I was like "Cool!!! I'm having a WILD!". I am at some village and I fly up in the air to see from above where exactly I am. Amazingly, it looks a lot like Yucatán in Mexico, so I am on the good track. There is the ocean to my left and small to not so small towns, interspersed with hills and forests. But where is Chichén-Itzá? Should I teleport or look around? I decide to look around. I fly very fast, hoping to see it sneaking behind some trees, but I'm not having any luck, so I stop again at a village to ask someone. I find another guy who is also looking for Chichén-Itzá. Stupidly, I forget to ask his name. We speak to some villagers and a family takes us across their house to the base of a hill on their backyard. They point us a way they say is a shortcut to there, going through some other archaeological site.
      We have to jump over a metallic fence. We find a giant Mayan head sculpted in a rock wall. It is gorgeous! My companion notices that it has a sculpted necklace with encrusted diamonds. Then I notice, there is a group of about 10 guys who seem to be there to steal the diamonds. They see us and they attack us. I have no time for this, so I just fly to the top of the giant head to keep going up hill, but my companion doesn't do the same and he stays behind fighting 10 guys. I find that inconvenient, but I feel I should help him. A bit upset I go down there to rescue him. I just grab him by the shirt and fly away with him. No time to fight bandits. Just behind the Mayan head, we find an entrance to some underground structure. Once inside it, I have the impression this is a subterranean pyramid. With luck, it may well be an underground entrance to Chichén-Itzá. I go up several floors, hopeful to reach the surface. I start calling for WakingNomad and WhiteRain! I wish that they come to meet me here!
      The stairs become increasingly steep, until we come across some old couple who is blocking some narrow wooden stairs, afraid of continuing either up or down. I help them coming down a few steps and my companion helps them the rest of the way down and I don't see him again. I hear voices on the upper floor and rush up into it. I see two guys on the opposite side of the room. One disappears in the back of some wall and the other comes in my direction. I ask him if he is WakingNomad, because he kinda looked like him and he says "Sorry, no!" and leaves. There's one last set of stairs to the last floor. I realize that the last floor is probably the beacon room on top of the pyramid, with exits to the outside and I am decided to go there, light up the beacon and keep sending calls for my dream partners to meet me there.
      As I put my foot on the first step, someone appears at the top of the stairs: it is George W. Bush Jr, pointing a black revolver at me. I laugh, but he has a smirk on his face like he is dead serious. I ask him "Why the hell are you wearing that avatar? You're not Bush." and the guy says I'm right and transforms into a regular looking guy, but still pointing the gun at me. He says he won't allow anyone to go upstairs and he'll shoot whoever tries. I tell him that's not cool and it's totally unnecessary. I tell him we're supposed to be having fun with this game and that there's so much more he could be doing to amuse himself than shooting dreamers. He looks at me with a sick smile on his face and he says "Yeah, I can actually think of a few things I wouldn't mind doing with you!" Then he grabs me and sits with me on his lap. He asks me if I wanna have fun with him. [warning: sexual content ahead] I feel undecided: at first he kinda disgusted me, but now he starts feeling familiar to me (I wonder who he really is). He fondles my crotch and unzips my pants. He gives me pleasure. I let myself go. He undresses my pants and underpants. He starts doing oral sex to me.
      I totally surrender.
    12. 1 Oct: Guardians of the universe and Chichén-Itzá

      by , 10-02-2011 at 12:39 PM (Lucid-schizo-dreamer)
      non-dream dream semi-lucid lucid false awakening

      6:30

      Female guardians of the universe
      I am an agent of a universal force for harmony in the universe. My playground are the galaxies. I have fun dancing in the middle of some pretty planets orbiting a sun. I have no shape or size. I am formless.
      There is an inhabited planet somewhat similar to Jupiter and I grab it in my "immaterial" hands and play with it as if it is a ball. In the end I blow it up as if it is a balloon. It was time for it to go.
      Once in a while I take the form of living beings and I go among them for specific missions.
      This time I am supposed to come to planet Earth in the human form. I approach Earth and as I enter its atmosphere and fly over green fields, villages and people, I start adapting myself to the dimensions of the human realm. As I land on the ground, I materialize in a naked female body. I walk through the fields and I find a clothesline and grab a white sheet that was hanging to dry. There is a stone wall separating me from a road to the nearest town and I fly to the top of this wall as I wrap the sheet around me. I don't know there was a van with two guys inside it, right on the other side of the road. They see me appearing out of nowhere, semi-naked and flying away and their jaws drop. But I can't worry about them now.
      I arrive in the town and I somehow manage to rent a room in a kind of inn. It is a really nice place, full of artists and bohemians spending vacations in the countryside. There is a group of half a dozen sitting on the floor at the entrance of the inn, discussing cinema. I am looking for a particular group of researchers on that town, who are developing technology to control the elements, just as we, universal guardians, do. The danger with that is that the poor ignorant humans don't have the subtlety or the wisdom that we do and they risk causing massive disasters on their planet with this technology.
      Unfortunately, in the human form, I don't have the power of omniscience, so I have to investigate as a human would. I wander around and ask some questions, knock on some doors.
      I am getting closer and closer to the right people, when one day returning to the inn, I notice a woman at the living room/library with a strange energy signature. She tries to deceive me, pretending to be someone she's not,
      but I she is a demon which is there to sabotage my mission. She is just trying to get me on a moment of distraction, but I know exactly what she is and don't let my guard down. She finally attacks me and I fly to the ceiling to escape. Her neck extends and her mouth opens, showing shark-like teeth. She almost bites me, but I do evasive maneuvers. She is a though demon and I have a really hard time escaping her attacks. I don't feel so lucky and I don't see how am I going to escape. But then I have a single opportunity, when some movie projector lights up by accident and she is blinded by the light for a second. I strike her a blow with a powerful magic spear and she dematerializes. She is not "dead", I will see her again, but she is gone for now.
      Next day, I finally find the scientists, at the exact moment when they are turning their machine on for the first test experiment. The town was struggling with lack of water and they go to a nearby spring, from where water should be flowing in a cascade, but there's only a very small stream. They program the machine to generate a flow of water to the town, but it goes horribly wrong and they create an unstoppable destructive torrent. I knew it...
      They are dragged by the water and the town is flooded violently, but I stop it soon after, so the damages are restricted and no one actually dies. One of the scientists saw me and realized what I had done. When everybody is recovering from the shock, trying to figure out what just happened, he comes to me and he offers me cake at his house. I find it funny and accept. His house was flooded, but he still sets a table and prepares a tea. He asks me who or what I am. I don't reply, I just smile and he tells me to thank my boss. I say "My boss?" and he says "Yes, the lady in charge. Thank her for having sent you to protect us." I laugh. "How do you know she's a lady?" He replies "She can only be a lady!"
      I agree with him, we are indeed what you could call "female energy" beings.


      8:00

      Chichén-Itzá
      As I fell asleep I started dreaming right away and I was like "Cool!!! I'm having a WILD!". I am at some village and I fly up in the air to see from above where exactly I am. Amazingly, it looks a lot like Yucatán in Mexico, so I am on the good track. There is the ocean to my left and small to not so small towns, interspersed with hills and forests. But where is Chichén-Itzá? Should I teleport or look around? I decide to look around. I fly very fast, hoping to see it sneaking behind some trees, but I'm not having any luck, so I stop again at a village to ask someone. I find another guy who is also looking for Chichén-Itzá. Stupidly, I forget to ask his name. We speak to some villagers and a family takes us across their house to the base of a hill on their backyard. They point us a way they say is a shortcut to there, going through some other archaeological site.
      We have to jump over a metallic fence. We find a giant Mayan head sculpted in a rock wall. It is gorgeous! My companion notices that it has a sculpted necklace with encrusted diamonds. Then I notice, there is a group of about 10 guys who seem to be there to steal the diamonds. They see us and they attack us. I have no time for this, so I just fly to the top of the giant head to keep going up hill, but my companion doesn't do the same and he stays behind fighting 10 guys. I find that inconvenient, but I feel I should help him. A bit upset I go down there to rescue him. I just grab him by the shirt and fly away with him. No time to fight bandits. Just behind the Mayan head, we find an entrance to some underground structure. Once inside it, I have the impression this is a subterranean pyramid. With luck, it may well be an underground entrance to Chichén-Itzá. I go up several floors, hopeful to reach the surface. I start calling for WakingNomad and WhiteRain! I wish that they come to meet me here!
      The stairs become increasingly steep, until we come across some old couple who is blocking some narrow wooden stairs, afraid of continuing either up or down. I help them coming down a few steps and my companion helps them the rest of the way down and I don't see him again. I hear voices on the upper floor and rush up into it. I see two guys on the opposite side of the room. One disappears in the back of some wall and the other comes in my direction. I ask him if he is WakingNomad, because he kinda looked like him and he says "Sorry, no!" and leaves. There's one last set of stairs to the last floor. I realize that the last floor is probably the beacon room on top of the pyramid, with exits to the outside and I am decided to go there, light up the beacon and keep sending calls for my dream partners to meet me there.
      As I put my foot on the first step, someone appears at the top of the stairs: it is George W. Bush Jr, pointing a black revolver at me. I laugh, but he has a smirk on his face like he is dead serious. I ask him "Why the hell are you wearing that avatar? You're not Bush." and the guy says I'm right and transforms into a regular looking guy, but still pointing the gun at me. He says he won't allow anyone to go upstairs and he'll shoot whoever tries. I tell him that's not cool and it's totally unnecessary. I tell him we're supposed to be having fun with this game and that there's so much more he could be doing to amuse himself than shooting dreamers. He looks at me with a sick smile on his face and he says "Yeah, I can actually think of a few things I wouldn't mind doing with you!" Then he grabs me and sits with me on his lap. He asks me if I wanna have fun with him.
      [warning: sexual content ahead] I feel undecided: at first he kinda disgusted me, but now he starts feeling familiar to me (I wonder who he really is). He fondles my crotch and unzips my pants. He gives me pleasure. I let myself go. He undresses my pants and underpants. He starts doing oral sex to me. I totally surrender.
      At the end, I noticed there were two new figures in the room with us, but I was waking up and can't say anything about them.

      8:40

      Updated 10-03-2011 at 05:03 PM by 34880

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    13. 29th Shared Dreaming Attempt - Evolventity's Dream

      by , 09-11-2011 at 12:38 AM (International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal)
      Evolventity's Dream
      September 10, 2011

      (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 6AM, woke up at 8AM.
      -My sister J* and I are walking through a dark forest with hills made of wood chips on our right. As we walk, a cute mongoose is running along side on the hills. We come to a huge hill of wood chips and logs, and we wonder if he will be able to climb the hill. The hill curves in front of the path and we have to walk upward. I hike first and try pulling J* higher. We find ourselves at a campsite after reaching the top. There is a woman in her 20s here along with a wolf she has tied to a wooden post using a rope. The wolf may be a werewolf, but seems like a common white wolf. I think I tried to re-tie or pull the wolf back to the posts and he almost ran away when the woman tied swooped in to tie him for me.

      (Regular Dream)
      -I'm standing a couple yards away from the back entrance of my Aunt N*'s house. There is a drug lord inside who has been causing me trouble. His henchmen are blocking me from passing, holding machine guns. I'm standing, stopped, looking at M*'s iPhone. The men fire their machine guns at the same time. I begin to play a machine gun sound on the phone and listen to it, comparing how similar it is to the real thing being fired right in front of me. Standing unaffected, I walk pass them. One more round is fired at the floor and bullet holes form, unlike they did on me. I walk to the back bedroom and before entering I begin a recording on the phone. I walk in finding the dealer, in his 40's, on the bed. He looked Italian, like an actor I've seen before but I don't know his name. I try to set the phone down directed towards us on a dresser. He takes the phone and I struggle to snatch it back as he cancels the recording. (Skip) M* is now present and makes a deal with the drug lord; not to do something. His sentence to obey him will remain for a year. I speak up and his time is extended over a couple thousand years. We leave in a car with J*, trying to take her home, and she wants us to make a detour.

      (Regular Dream) Fell asleep at 12PM, woke up at 2PM.
      -I'm sitting in bed with M*. The FBI or some other authority figures with computer skills is coming to retrieve the phone. I'm not sure if there was actually anything useful on the phone for them. I go through the camera roll. I find an unfamiliar picture of M* and us together, nude perhaps. give him the phone and rush to grab my laptop. I sit back down on the bed as I open it up and press the power button. Thankfully, it has already been booted so we've saved a little time. I connect the iPhone using USB and try to transfer the files. Three different windows are present and each are decreasing from time starting at 10 minutes. I realize they're not actually downloading around the 6th minute, only creating thumbnails to be viewed. I pick the right folder window and the transfer begins. (Skip) I escape with a small group of people. One of the men is cop from the anime movie "Paprika." It's night time and we are surrounded by metal cargo containers, like often seen in movies involving a chase, and only rigs can move them. Anyway, I see the Joker, from the Dark Knight, lean out from behind one. He shoots a gun several times at me. I quickly jump aside behind a cargo storage too. I see the cop across from me yielding his gun in hiding. The joker is trying to merge all parallel universes and gain total control. In order to escape him I need to find my own path and go through time. I run aside from the cargo and jump backwards, I dash through universe and time using a wormhole. I can see the universe I'm fleeing as I travel further. I'm inside of a streaking white and other multi-colored tunnel. The joker has come through, and has switched into the role of a good guy, on my side. A different entity is now chasing us as the joker controls the path through the worm hole with me tagging behind. The villain engulfs two objects, maybe even a person, and takes on a rock-like shape with an off-white egg shell color. He sinks and rises near me still trying to catch us, maybe engulf us. The scene merges into another scene where my sister J* and I are in another continuous rush, this time we are walking through SubWay restaurants. I'm only looking at the ground as we pass through each SubWay and there is never a break from the restaurant, every couple of yards we merge into a different universes version of SubWay. We sit down at a table. There are large windows facing the street and it's sunny outside. The environmental colors are vivacious. Our goal is to now return to our own universe. I look around and notice the people. The table at my right bears a 7 year old child sitting across from his 30 year old relative. However; as young as this person looks, he is actually 30 years old and the man across from him is his 7 year old son. In this universe people age backwards, taking on a younger appearance. I notice other people in the restaurant who are aged this way too. A woman comes to our table and sits. She looks 20 though she is probably 60. I tell her she is beautiful. She is in 2D and I can see through her transparent body. When I tell her she is beautiful a fractal emerges from the center of her brain, enlarging to its boundaries. I say to her "Who else is here beautiful? You're beautiful J*. Don't you think she's pretty?" She replies "Yes, I do, she is pretty" with a smile on her face. J* then forms a fractal in her 2D brain as well, and with the same compliment, another is formed inside of the previous fractals' boundaries. J* mentions she's on her period by saying "It's that time of the month" and then asking the 'girl' "Are you on that time of the month." The woman now looking near 14 years old acts confused. She doesn't know what we;re talking about. I become forgetful of the nature of this universe and the fact that it may not be my own. I ask her how old she is, thinking she may be too young to have a period. J* and I ask to see her DMV license. She doesn't know hat "DMV" is either. I ask, "You don't have vehicles here?" I look into the street and see nothing, though for a glimpse I see a set of tires rolling, as if attached to an invisible vehicle. She says "No." I look down at a frame on the table and see a red truck driving down a street. "There are cars here, She's lying" I say. She says no, we say yes, no, yes, no. We are in the wrong universe. We run.
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    14. "Reality" the movie.

      by , 08-31-2011 at 01:38 PM (the Dream Almanac)
      i am in the grocery store shopping with my mom and heather.
      we need stuff for a picnic kind of thing.
      beside a river, under a hill a ton of people are eating in scattered groups all down the waterside.

      i'm in a room with a lot of people. on the wall, there are funny parodies of every movie you can think of.
      heather and i look at a harry potter parody. the harry potter actor is really ugly.
      off to the "side" of the scene, more like the "side of the dream" (unexplainable), a man beckons me.
      i question my surroundings, but fight knowing the truth. this is a dream...but i like this dream.
      i know this isn't real. he keeps asking me to come thru, wake up, c'mon.
      i disassociate from the dream and the entire scene feels like a veil has been lifted.
      a white screen remains where i thought reality was. he pushes the screen away.
      now i see "real" reality. i'm in a big lab with a ton of computers.
      there's a lady and her daughter (5 yrs old probably) messing around on one.
      heather is on one too. i'm told to go play on one.

      i have to "log in" with any name. make it up, etc. put your own in, someone elses, it doesn't matter. each name combination will be different.
      i don't remember what name i put in. on the screen, a model of the entire universe appears. it's the person's universe, as each person in our "Reality" has his or her own. this is how you can view them.
      using the middle scroll thing some mouses have, i zoom all the way in. it's earth, the persons perceived "home" or "center of the universe".
      as i scroll out, the seemingly circular planet (rendered 2D because its just a computer) spins and twists clockwise, unraveling and becoming the periodic table of elements. this is represented by a long line of blocks that turns several times, showing thousands of elements. the line keeps going crazy in every direction, in different shapes as it makes molecules, atoms, etc.
      supposedly, i am scrolling "out", aka trying to get the larger picture. confusing.

      i stop playing this game and go over to the man behind it all, the man who beckoned me.
      he looks friendly, just a cool dude maybe 30 or 35.
      "can i talk to you about the film you made or are you sensitive about criticism?" i ask.
      he laughs and says go for it.
      "i hated the part where i was looking at all those movies. it made it seem so real, which sucks because it was a stupid part."
      i talk like my entire life was a movie.
      he laughs about it and says some movie award organization said that's why he didn't receive some award for it.
      we talk about "making movies" and stuff, but all the time we know we mean making "reality".
    15. retaliative neighbors; swim girls; dean radin's infinite universe

      by , 06-01-2011 at 11:50 AM
      Good morning, everybody.

      Dream #1

      I was coming back to my apartment. I was in the second floor hallway areas, which was much bigger than IWL. The atmosphere was blue-grey. The floor seemed to be made out of tiny, square, white tiles. The wall had mailboxes set into it somewhere. I stood outside my door for a moment and then stood inside my apartment, just near the door, possibly even pressed against the door.

      My apartment, I could feel, was pretty big. It had two or three bedrooms. And it was decorated really nice. There may have been a thick, beige rug with a green, hexagonal design on it over the couch. But I didn't see any of this directly, because I was still pressed to the door.

      IWL, I have called the police on my neighbors on a number of occasions for banging and pounding violently on the floors all through the day and night whenever I'm home. Now, somehow, I heard that my neighbors were getting back at me for calling the police on them. They had called the police on me. They may have claimed that I was now the one making noise.

      But they may also have claimed that I was guilty of a much worse crime, some kind of violent crime. I thought about it for a while. I wasn't certain that I actually hadn't committed this crime.

      At some point a woman was coming up to my apartment to visit me. Then she may actually have been in my apartment. I don't think I ever saw her. I may only have imagined her being in my apartment. She was pretty. She had a gentle, but serious expression. As I continued pressing myself against my door I either spoke to the woman or imagined having a conversation with her.

      Dream #2

      I was walking down a concrete path on a sunny day. The path may have been between two lawns. But on either side of the path were chest-high, chain-link fences.

      At some point another concrete path joined the one I was on from the left, at a right angle. Five girls were walking up that path. They were maybe 7 or 8 years old, but they may have been 10 or 11 years old.

      They were all skinny, tanned deeply by a lot of time in the sun. They had brown hair. They wore orange bikinis with yellow stripe on the left breats. They were all wet, as if they'd just gotten out of the pool. Their wet hair, shoulder-length, was slicked back from their foreheads and kind of tangly.

      Dream #3

      I was in the middle of classroom, walking between the aisles and rows of seats. The class was full, and all the students had their heads down. They were either studying very hard or taking an exam. I think I was just wandering around, not quite sure I belonged to the class.

      Dean Radin, the President (?) of the Institute for Noetic Sciences, was somewhere. I could see an image of him, as if it were stuck in the back of my head. He looked a bit too skinny, and he wore some kind of black baseball cap, like somebody from NASA or a SWAT team might wear.

      Radin explained that people thought the universe was a certain age. He may have said 4.5, 8.3, or 83 billion years old. "But this isn't so," Radin explained. "Because each of us sees the universe and perceives the time of the universe through our own eyes. So if you add up the years of the universe perceived through the eyes of all those beings living in it, you get a much higher number."

      Radin's argument didn't quite make sense to me. I was trying to figure out how it could be true. Radin then went on to explain how this phenomenon of multiple views of the universe actually made the universe infinite.

      I had a vision of a lot of plastic, transparent cirlces, like bracelets or necklaces for little kids. The circles were all one piece, but they looked like they were made out of a number of spherical beads. The bracelets were one color. Some were yellow-green; others were orange.

      I was now in "my bedroom," which had two beds in it. It was night, and my light was on. On my back wall, on the left side, near the ground, and just a little ways away from my bed, there was a huge hole. Inside the hole I saw a wooden wall which also appeared to have dirt in it. Apparently I lived in the basement. My upstairs neighbors had put this hole in my wall so things from underground could get into my room.

      I suddenly had a mystical feeling, like this hole would somehow connect me with whatever it was Radin had been talking about.