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Hoping that i will manage to synchronize my pc dream journal with the online dream journal, i will post all the lucids and favourited dreams. After that i ll try to keep the online journal up to date posting each new dream on time...

25.12.2010

Lucid #10 (DILD)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

It's morning. My mother in outside my room in the bathroom and she is using the hairdryer. I wake up and turn my cellphone on. I am really sleepy. I leave the phone next to me and close my eyes. I 've tried 2-3 times to wtbt during the night but i didn't succeed. This time i don't remember trying, or even thinking about it... Witout notice a girl friend of mine is lying next to me. I was lying on my right side in the same posture as when i was awake. She was lying behind my back, i couldn't see her. She is talking. It's like she's awake for quite some time. Her voice is clear and cheerful. I feel like we are a couple or sth. She asks me some totally random questions. As if she's a child that wants to learn RIGHT NOW why the snow is white. I moan "aha... yup.." trying to sleep. I still hear the haidryer. She get up and walks over me to get off the bed. I slap her ass for waking my up and i sit up. I stare at her as she's standing next to my wardrobe. After a while the situations starts to seem kinda weird... I do a nose RC. Most times everything gets crystal clear when i do that. This time everything gets burry but i am lucid. I try to look at her. She is still standing there and she 's looking at me, but i can't see her face. It's blurred out. I still hold my nose and breath, waiting to stabilize. I feel that dizziness coming, like the dream is fading away. I close really strong and open my eyes wide some times and after a few seconds the dream gets stabilized. I now see her. She has shorter hair and doesn't look like her waking version much but i know it's her. She comes near me, in front of my face and says: "HIIIII THEEEEEREEEE!". The dream fades. I wake up in the same posture i was before. Nose RC. Yup i 'm awake...

6-13-06

FINALLY......

I had another Lucid Dream. I went to bed thinking about how it had been a long time since I had had an LD, and how I really wanted to have one...tonight. I also thought about what I wanted to do if I did have an LD. I usually like to fly, but I had been a little disappointed by the lack of details in some of my recent LDs, and I was wondering what I could do to be more observant. I fell asleep thinking about that.

I woke up at 2:30 and realized that I hadn't had one. I decided to WILD. I tried for a while and an hour went by and I was frustrated. I finally decided I really just wanted to go to sleep. I did....and LDing must have been on my mind.

My 6th LD:

I was in a car. Jeff was beside me in the back seat, and one of the people in the front may have been Marie A. We were driving on a road that winded though a canyon. We passed a place where there were two waterfalls. I looked closely at the rocks by the waterfalls. One looked just like a big Triceratops head. I mean, exactly like a triceratops head. I suddenly realized that things like that just don't happen in nature....this was a dream.

I looked around at everything. Here I was in a car again like my last memerable LD. I thought about flying. But everything around me looked so intensely real, I wondered how I could possibly make it disappear like the time before.

I looked at Jeff. I reached out and took his hand and felt his skin and touched the hairs on the back of his hand. So very real.

I touched the leather seat in the car. It was a tan color. I could feel the light shiny texture.

I touched the shiny metal door handle...and wondered how I could possibly be in a dream when this was so real. Everything was so solid...so touchable.

I looked down to see what I was wearing. I had on a grey sweatshirt. I also had on some grey sweatpants. The color of the sweatshirt was a lighter grey color and the material was much heavier than the pants.

I laughed and said to Jeff "Why am I wearing sweatpants??" (I never wear sweatpants, plus it was the middle of summer).

He shrugged and I think I told him at this time that I was having an LD with him in it.

I'm not sure where the dream went from here. I must have lost lucidity. I remember going on to other dreams. But I found it interesting--this was my first LD with other people....and the first I didn't fly in. My mind remembered that my main goal was for details. And I feel I got quite a few details.

This wasn't a very long dream, but I feel every LD is practice for better future LDs.

5-10-06

Fifth Lucid Dream

This makes LDs two nights in a row. Pretty cool.

I went to bed at around 11:00 and got up at 5:45. I wasn't planning on going back sleep, but at 7:45 or so I laid down again for a little power nap. And I had this dream.

It started as a non-lucid dream. I was driving up a hill in my car. I was looking for a graveyard. (I have a friend in Rhode Island who I have been doing some research with involving graveyards in RI. And this had to do with that research.)

As I was driving I suddenly thought, "Wait a minute--how is it that I am acutally in RI ????"

At that point I realized that I was in a dream and that I was now lucid. I remember thinking "Hey, this is getting easier. It doesn't take much to get me lucid these days".
I looked down at my arms and hands holding the steering wheel and noticed I was wearing my red long sleeved shirt.

In all my past LDs, as soon as I find I am lucid I take off flying. But I was in a car this time driving down the road. I was actually curious about what I would do.

I decided to focus on the windshield with the intent to change the scenery outside. The road in front of me become fuzzy and then changed to clouds and sky. I was proud of myself.

I now needed to get out of the car (for some reason opening the door didn't come to mind). I wanted to make the car around me disappear. I focused again on the windshield and made the windshield disappear. That was good enough for me as I now flew straight out into the sky. I noticed it was strange that I couldn't feel the wind or the coolness of the air like in my first two LDs (That's something I have to work on. Flying isn't the same without the wind in your face).

The thought now hits me that it is not the middle of the night for my sleeping self, but somewhere near 8:00. I was afraid someone would disturb me and I would wake up, and I wasn't ready to wake up.

I knew I needed to hurry. I decided that since this dream was originally about finding a graveyard, I wanted to fly to a certain graveyard in RI (EX022). I knew from my first LD that I couldn't fly the traditional way or I would never make it in time. In fact I didn't even know where I was at the moment. I would have to instantly make myself appear there. So I concentrated once more on the sky ahead of me and tried to make it appear as Exeter, Rhode Island. It started to get fuzzy and change.Then I woke up.

I am never ready for these dreams to end.


This dreams gets me excited in several ways.

First, it is the second lucid dream in two nights.

Second, I didn't have to have one of my traditional dreams signs to get me lucid. It happened without a lot of thought.

Third, I was able to remember my goal of trying to learn how to change scenery.

Fourth, I was actually able to do some scenery change. I'm hoping that with practice I can master it. I am getting better, and more confident with this ability.

3-16-11

Lucid dream:


I was standing on the lawn by my grandparents' house and looking at the sky. Over the mountains I could see a beautiful cloud. It was colored like a rainbow (like the picture Moonbean used to have in her sig). I pulled out my camera and tried to take a picture. I was so thrilled that I had my camera with me this time, The last time I had seen a cloud like this I was so frustrated that I had left my camera at home. But as I tired to take a picture I found that the button seemed jammed. I tried again and again. I couldn't believe my poor luck to be standing in front of this gorgeous unusual cloud and not able to take a picture.

Blam. This is a dream.

I started to fly. I remembered that I needed to go to the Moon. I wasn't going to miss another lucid opportunity. I looked up at the sky. I could see the moon shining back at me in the evening sky. I started to fly towards it and quickly realized that I needed to find a quicker way. As I continued to fly I concentrated on forming a portal in front of me so I could fly through it and be on the Moon. But attempt after attempt brought me no result except for a light fuzzy pink patch that I passed right through. Finally I was fed up. I had to get to the Moon now. So with all the determination I had left I decided to just change the sceney and BE on the Moon. Suddenly everything around me started to turn white and grey. I could see hills and craters around me. I landed and took a big jump (this is something I had really wanted to do). My jump took me up slow motion into lunar sky. I noticed an interesting sound that accompanied the jump. I jumped several more times enjoying the odd sense of slow motion and sound. Then I looked over a hill. I saw houses. I went in one of the houses. Inside were two ladies that were cooking. I asked them what they were doing on the Moon. They told me that they were not on the moon. I told them to follow me out of the house and see. They were very surprised to see that their house was now on the Moon. I wondered if I had done something when I had changed the scenery and had somehow taken the houses with me...or taken the moon home to me.

And that's actually all I remember of being on the moon.

[This is a catchup post. This dream is from the night of April 8-9, 2011.]

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

I'm in my current bedroom. I have my mom's purse, and I'm on my way to take it out to the living room and put it on the cedar chest, where it goes. I think I must have just woken up normally, so as I walk to the living room, I'm thinking something like, If this is the real world, then that's fine. But if this is a dream...

By the time I get out into the living room, I've figured out that it is a dream. No specific trigger or dream sign tells me this; I just recognize the feel of the world around me, and what it feels like to be in a dream. I set my mom's purse down on the floor next to the cedar chest and turn to walk out the front door. As I move my hand away from the purse after letting go, I can see that no part of the purse or its strap is touching my hand, and yet I feel resistance on my hand, as if the strap were caught on my wrist. I realize, I can't just carelessly set it down and walk away, like in the real world. I have to think that I'm setting it down. My mind is controlling everything, and I didn't think about wanting to put it down, so it feels like I still have it. So I consciously think about letting go of the purse, and the feeling of the strap goes away.

I turn my attention to the front door. The main door is open, but the screen door is closed. It's a beautiful, sunny day outside. "This screen door..." I say to myself. I decide to take this opportunity to work on my goal of becoming intangible and walking through things. I concentrate on the ideas that door is not solid when I will it not to be, because this is a dream, and I am able to pass through it, and start walking through it. It works! I get part of the way through it, but I'm so pleased to find that it's working that it takes some of my concentration away from those ideas, which immediately causes the door to become solid again. I end up with the door stuck around the middle of my body. The door is now parallel to the ground, and my body is sticking through the hole I've created in the middle of the door. I can feel the ends of the metal wires poking me in the stomach and back. I feel very silly.

I give up on that for now and decide to just go flying again, since I know I'm good at that and it's fun. I turn back toward the interior of the house, take a step inside, and kick off the floor with my ankles, like always. I launch myself toward the ceiling and find I can easily stay up there, flying just under it in a lazy arc. I laugh out loud, feeling contented, pleased with myself, and so happy to be back in another lucid dream.

[Dreamskip.] My mom and I are riding on a train through our old town. The train runs along Church Street, which is lined with very large, elaborate church buildings in a variety of different architectural styles. [In real life, that street only has one, fairly small church building on it.] Some of the churches are still open, but others are empty and closed, and still others are now being used for other purposes. One of them is now a Ralphs grocery store. My mom says something about how our church is still open, even though several of these are closed.

The train comes to a stop. I say, “Isn't this our stop?” [I think I was still aware that I was dreaming throughout all this, but it completely didn't occur to me to do anything other than follow along with the dream plot.] We get off the train and walk through the high-ceilinged train station until we get to the entrance of a bird exhibit. The exhibit consists of a series of crooked, jointed tubes through which visitors have to climb upwards. There are chains hanging down from the ceiling of the tube near the entrance. There are windows in the tubes so that you can see out into the birds' habitat.

I start climbing up into the tubes. There is a guy climbing in front of me. There are lots of small handles attached to the walls in convenient locations for climbers to grab on to. As I climb, I notice that one of my hands [my right, I think] is partially numb. My ring and pinky fingers, especially, feel like they've fallen asleep. This makes it more difficult to get a solid grip on the handles with that hand, so I have to rely more on my left hand and arm.

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in this shop/museum exhibit place. I see a procession of people leave the room through one exit, including Willy Wonka as portrayed by Gene Wilder. I turn back to the interior of the shop, and see that my mom is at the checkout counter, buying something. There are several other people gathered around it. I ask an employee standing in the middle of the shop for directions to the exit. She makes a sarcastic reference to flying to get there. I reply, “Besides that.” She gives me directions to another exit. I follow her directions into another room of the shop. [At some point during this sequence, I don't remember when,] I see a page with lines from a musical written on it.

[Dreamskip.] I'm flying through an area where there are a whole bunch of big rectangular swimming pools, each with giant humanoid robots designed to look like sports players standing at either end of the pool.

[Dreamskip.] I'm flying up into space, flying backward and watching the view of the Earth below me. I go up high enough that I can see the entire round Earth at once. Then I decide to start going back down again. As I do so, I pass through a field of light-brown, rocky asteroids that surround the Earth. I see the ground getting closer and closer as I descend. I'm heading toward the center of North America.

I end up someplace in Kansas. I find myself in a large room with a bunch of other young women, all of whom are wearing old-fashioned green-and-white dresses with aprons. I tie a green cloth around my waist in an attempt to blend in with the crowd. A white pattern appears on the cloth as I watch.

The group of young women walks out of the room, and I go with them. The room proves to be underground; we exit it and go outside by walking up a sloping tunnel into the sunlight. When we get outside, I see that we're in a very well-done historical theme park with a richly detailed environment. I decide to start flying again, and I fly over the theme park, admiring the view of it from up high.

[Fragment – not sure where in the sequence this was, but I remember dreaming it.] I'm in the ocean, with waves moving around me. The waves are washing me up on to a shore. I think, Oh, crap. Is this the shore of my own subconscious? [I don't remember what came next, though.]

[The next thing I remember,] I find myself back at the area with the pools and the giant robots, still flying. I fly up in front of a robot who looks like a giant football player. He throws a football to me, and I try to catch it, but miss. He says something like, “That would have been complete for 10 yards!” I answer in a smart-alecky tone, “Yeah, it would have been complete... if my feet were on the ground!”

[Dreamskip.] I'm now in an airplane hangar, still flying. The hangar has very large windows that can't be opened. I decide to try to fly through them. I succeed.

“Holy s***! I did it!” I exclaim aloud. I've finally successfully gone through a solid object without leaving a hole in it! I'm very excited and pleased.

I fly around a bit more outside. I see that the hangar is one of many like it, all painted tan on the outside and all built in a big, dusty lot.

I woke up to discover that I'd fallen asleep with my forearms still resting against my ribcage, thus cutting off most of the circulation to my right hand and forearm. I realized that in the dream, when I had been climbing and noticed that one of my hands felt partially numb, it must have been because of the sense data coming through from my real body.

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Side notes:

Wow! This was a really long, elaborate lucid. The dreams that I remember probably lasted a total of between 15 and 30 minutes. I accomplished this via two means:
- setting a WBTB alarm for about 6 hours after I'd gone to bed and staying up for about 5 minutes, reading entries in my paper DJ
- MILDing for longer and with more tenacity than I have been lately, using phrases that included "I will have a lucid dream tonight," "When I'm dreaming, I realize that I'm dreaming," and "I bring awareness and clarity into my dreams."

When I woke up and was recalling my dreams, I made a connection that I hadn't made while I was dreaming: I've passed partway into mirrors in dreams on two separate occasions before. I always know that they're going to be intangible to me, and they always are. Mental techniques and expectations similar to the ones that have allowed me to pass through mirrors should also allow me to pass through other solid things, like walls. In fact, going through the screen door worked similarly: I knew that it would be intangible to me, at least when I first set out to go through it. In the future, I just need to sustain that thought/belief/knowledge for long enough to get all the way through the object.

Lucid Dream:

There was a fish tank in front of me. It was very large, about six feet long and two feet tall. I looked in and was surprised that there were no fish in it. It was slightly murky with large grey rocks in it. As I looked I saw two guppies come out from behind the rocks.

Yes, I remembered I had guppies in this tank. One had a beautiful violet colored tail. A moment later I noticed several babies swimming around. Oh, cool, my guppies were breeding. Maybe in a few months I would have a tank full of guppies.


Then I saw something in the tank that startled me. It was a shark. It was bluish grey. I knew I had seen sharks in fish tanks before, but this one seemed odd to me. I looked at it again and tried to figure out what was not right. Its mouth was open. It almost looked like a toy, but yet it was swimming around.


I think I know what's wrong. Maybe this is a dream. This is exactly what would show up in a dream. I need to try to fly. I turn from the tank and take off. In a moment I'm in the air flying next to a two story house that I knew was home in the dream.


I suddenly remembered that I needed to eat something that I had been craving but couldn't eat in real life. I flew back to the ground. I saw a paper plate on the grass. I looked closely and saw a small pile of roasted salted cashew nuts on the plate. Ha! That's what my friends had been eating in real life yesterday and they looked so good to me. I scooped them up and popped them into my mouth as I hovered horizontally over the ground about 8 inches high. I then went on to the next paper plate that was on the grass. I was suddenly really hoping to find some rich and chewy fudge brownies. As I got closer I could see a big cookie. I picked it up and saw that there were M&Ms in it. Well, I love cookies too, so this was alright. I shoved the cookie in my mouth and flew back up to the roof of the house again. I thought about what I could do in this dream. I felt that my time was short. I knew I would lose the dream if I didn't think of a task to do quick.

I knew I had read the MM tasks--but nothing was coming to mind. Had I read the DV tasks for April? I couldn't remember. But I did remember that the Task of the Month for last month was to grow and tree and eat a piece of dream fruit. I decided that I would do this one.

I looked back down to the ground and saw a clear patch of grass out in the backyard. That would be the place. I focused on the ground. I wanted to do this fast. I gave a little "push" and I immediately saw a tree sprout up out of the ground. Like I had hoped, it grew extremely fast until about seven seconds later it was a full grown tree. It was about twenty feet tall and had the shape of an elm tree. I looked to the far side and saw a branch that was covered with reddished colored fruit. As I got closer I could see that the red peel didn't fully cover the white fruit inside. Each quarter of the fruit had a stripe of peel connecting from the top to the bottom. Between the striped of peel I could see inside to the fruit. It was white and shaped like a peeled orange. It had brown seeds on it that were the same size and shape as the beet seeds I had planted in real life last week.

I picked the fruit off the tree. By this time there was no peel on it at all. I knew the fruit was hollow, so I gripped it and gave a little twist. It pulled apart into two perfect halves. The fruit was smooth--about the consistency of a mango. I put it to my mouth and took a bite. It had a sweet yet tangy flavor that reminded me of a guava, yet milder. I took a few more bites, then flew back up in the air.

My hands felt funny. I put my left hand in front of me so I could see it. I was wearing black leather gloves. My fingers were twisted in weird uncomfortable angles. I laughed a little because I know that my hands are never right in dreams. I tried to straighten my fingers out. A glove fell from my hand. I must have been holding and extra glove. I tried to move my fingers again and another glove fell out of my hand. It was strange. And my fingers were still twisted up. I suddenly realized that my real life hands were most likely tucked under me in a way that made them feel bent and uncomfortable, but I couldn't fix that without waking up, so I decided to move on. But as I flew, I could feel the dream slipping.

I thought I awoke...but in retrospect I just moved on to a non lucid dream.

5-3-2006

I had my third Lucid Dream last night. Last night marks the two week anniversary since my first LD. So three in two weeks...I'm happy with that.

I am slightly frustrated because recall wasn't very good on this one. I didn't think that that would happen to me on a lucid dream, especially this early on.

I had awakened at about 5:00, and had decided to WILD. Wednesdays are a sleep-in day for me, so I thought it might work. But it was hard to concentrate. I had the window open, and it was already getting light, and there were dogs barking, and the birds were all singing so loudly. I finally decided that I wouldn't WILD. But as usual, I was hoping that I would DILD.

So I did fall back asleep and start some normal dreams. In one of the dreams I was flying. Not by myself, but in some sort of open topped flying car. And I was with several other people. Recall on that part of the dream is poor.

It was doing this flying that triggered lucidity. I remember thinking, "This is a dream. I'm Lucid." And the next thing I knew I was out flying on my own.

Yesterday, I had made it my goal that if I had an LD I would work on changing scenery...and if that didn't work I would patch a hole in a bucket (May's Lucid Task).

And this is where I wish I could remember details; I do remember being sucessful to the point of changing things so that I was instantly really high in the sky. I have never been that high in any dream. Comparing it to Google Earth, I would say that I was about 15,000+ feet altitude...which is pretty amazing for me since my normal flying altitude in dreams is a couple of hundred feet tops.And that is basically all I remember of the lucid part of that dream. I somehow lost lucidity and went to other dreams that involved my grandma and having a toothache.

But knowing I had a lucid dream at all makes me happy, and it makes me realize that this is starting to become more natural. And that it will only get better from here.

Lucidity: 8/10
Vividness: 8/10
Length: ~10 Min.

I was in a field and grabbed some armour for myself. Then I was in a building talking to some people and got ripped off. So I went over to this guys place and started to use my force powers to kill everyone in the building. It was epic. I managed to find him, but then had a false awakening and thought my friend Cameris came over.

WILD

Had the day off from school today, so I was able to sleep in. As I started to get into light sleep, sleeping for around twenty minutes at a time (because I just wasn't tired anymore) I started to hear a fuhfufhfuhfuh sound every once in a while. I stayed still and enjoyed the feeling which facinated me. I decided to roll over and felt my self roll out of my body. I then sank far into my bed-which was an amazing feeling- then to finally roll out of my body one final time. At this point I sat up on my bed an watched my clock for a while, which was on my shelf like always, but this time my shelf was in the middle of my room. The clock had around 8 digits that kept changing. I watched for quite a while taking it all in. At this point, I realized that I had a big hat on my head which I finally took off. The Continuous lack of clarity made me decide to look for a pair of glasses, an idea someone mentioned, which i couldnt seem to find. After that, I headed down stairs to chow down on some food. I entered the kitchen which had a little dog running around, and from there opened the pantry door. I then grabbed a packet of pop tarts (which we don't own ha) and headed over to the livingroom to scope things out. I saw some of my moms friends and decided I wanted to see one of them's breasts. I found this weird, because this isn't really like me, but I asked her what she had on her shirt, and then started unbuttoning it to show her what it was (reality checked about 5 times first). At the point that I saw here breasts, I started waking up around this time, but I decided I wouldn't move and try to deild, which makes me glad that I was lucid and likeminded enough to remember. I woke up, and after 5 minutes or so of not moving a muscle I decided I wasn't tired enough to go back to sleep, so here we are. I've had this same experience happen to me before eventhough I didn't record it; it seems as if uncounciously tring to WILD (especially in the morning) is the best way for me. Next time I'll try to remember to rub my hands, listen, and smell ect. Although this is only my second WILD, it really didn't last long, maybe four minutes. If I could just have a lucid dream earlier in the night!

Recall:7
Lucidity: 7
Length:3
Control: didn't alter anything
Clarity:3
Likemindedness:6
Dreamscape:4
Overall:7

best night ever. my first dream was i was at school, and for some reason i was preparing a party with this guy i know charlie. it was going well, and somehow the school ws connected to my house. we put on music, nd i suggested getting some more, he agreed, then rememered my taste in music, so ran of to get his own, while i tried to get mine. i was running at full bast when suddenly the alarm went of waking me, so i got up and turned it off. i then went back to bed, really wanting to re enter that dream, so i kept repeating to my self, "i will have a lucid dream, i will remember my dream" and then i found myself in my house. exept, on further observasion, it wasnt my house. i turned around. "im dreaming arnt i?"
"yes" a toad in a fez told me. i was amazed how clear and realistic the dream was, only to have it start to fade. i quickly put my hands infront of me and said out lout "increase lucidity" and the drem world became clear again. "congradulations on your first lucit the fez wearing toad told me. "now to help you with glasses. he told me that because i was acustomed to wearing glasses to help me in the real world, if i lost them in the dream relm the world would become un clear. to test, i took them off, and the world became not as clear again, and started to fade, i kept trying to clear the world, but it didnt work. the last thing the toad shouted was "picture yourself without glasses in your dreams!" and i woke up. i now no what all the fuss is about.

any ideas on who the fez wearing toad was would be nice.

I am half awake and realize I am dreaming. I don’t know how I managed to stay asleep, but apparently my dream senses were still intact because I managed to rub the ground in my dream while being more awake than not. I rub the ground and kept my eyes shut and I keep focusing on the dream and I start to fall backwards, rolling as I fall. I keep telling myself I’m dreaming as I fall. I realize that I am falling through the sky, heading downwards. My first thought is that if I can’t manage to fly, I’ll hit the ground and there will be a big explosion as if I were a meteor, but I will be fine. Almost immediately after I finish the thought, I roll over and put my arms out and am flying. I fly for a short while, not feeling any wind or seeing much of the ground or anything really around me, then I’m in my room. I am struggling not to be in the same position as my sleep body. I feel everything, and breathe in the air. I taste my mouth and am amazed by how realistic everything is. (*I think the taste in my mouth was actually my waking sense because it’s the same taste I’ve got now and I need to brush my teeth*) I am rolling around trying to stand up. I struggle with trying to get up and be steady for what seems like 2 or 3 minutes. My walls and roof have small metal circles every 6 inches or so, covering the entire left wall and roof. I don’t really see towards the wall where my desk is, but I’m fairly sure I see my desk. I look to the right wall where the head of my bed is, and between my bed and my desk there is a window. I think to myself, I was just flying ... a girl I know should be tapping me on the shoulder right now. Very shortly after I think this I wake up.

Dream - Lucid

So excited that I was lucid again, even if it for a very short amount of time. I used the WBTB and MILD methods, though the WBTB was not intentional. I must say I'll have to try MILD again, because it definitely seemed to work. I repeated to myself in my head "I will become lucid." I paired that with my breathing ("I will" on the inhale and "become lucid" on the exhale). Even if it wasn't instant lucidity, it still seemed to work.

My mom kept coming into my room to turn my TV and the closet light off, and I'd wake up every time and turn them back on. I said something to her about it and she told me she'd stop as long as I turned the volume on the TV down. Ziggy, my old cat from waking life (we had to put him down when I was 14) was there, looking young and healthy. I thought to myself "He's not dead at all, why do I keep thinking he is?"

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There was a city in the future, but it was medieval-looking. I wasn't really "there", it was kinda like I was watching a movie, but not. I was passively watching events go by. Anyway, they had cellphones, and lots of futuristic technology. They lived in castles built on top of bare ground. There was no grass or trees to be seen anywhere. These two people, a guy and a girl, I think they were teens or young adults, were very adventurous. The boy took the girl to explore an abandoned city. It looked a lot like New York, only it was very run down and deserted. It was from the distant past. Their medieval city was on the outskirts of this run-down New York. They were in an old skyscraper, when everyone started to evacuate and run for their lives. I thought it was because the building was going to topple over, but it looked steady to me. I couldn't figure out why everyone was evacuating so quickly.

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There was a little boy and his mother. We were all sitting at a kitchen table, I think it was in my family's kitchen. We were all supposed to go to some high school football game or something, and I didn't really want to, but I knew I had to. The little boy did an impression of Snuffy from Sesame Street (the big brown, hairy elephant). He pulled his ears with his hands, and wiggled them. I laughed and said
"Wow! He can really wiggle his ears!"

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After that last dream, I woke up and wrote in my dream journal. This is when I decided to try to MILD.

I was in a restaurant, a bar I think, and I was tending. There was a very quiet, soft-spoken lady there ordering. There was also this model town, kind of like in the game Epic Mickey (I just picked this up in waking life and I can't stop playing it, haha). I jumped into it, and ended up in this giant grocery store. It looked like Kroger, but much bigger with very high ceilings. I was walking down the aisles and encountering many people. I tried to talk to them all, but they were all mean and wouldn't have anything to do with me. I didn't know why. I finally came up to this Mexican man and tried to talk to him. I was very nice and polite. He started telling me that it was too late, and I should have been nicer to him when I had the chance. He called his wife over, and they walked away. I then "remembered" that I had been to that store before, and was very mean to all of those people, and they hadn't forgotten. I was extremely sad and ashamed.

Then, I somehow realized I was dreaming. I examined my hands, and saw that a lot of my fingers were growing together and were kind of distorted. I felt the dream fading, so I did it again. I started to float up to the ceiling, and did it even though I felt like weights were trying to push me back down. I couldn't figure out what to do. I saw a man go towards this door in the middle of the customer service area. It wasn't attached to a wall or anything. As he turned the knob, he turned around and smiled at me. Instead of following him, which I felt I should have, I had the idea of trying to share a dream. I created a portal like I had in the past, by sticking out my hand and saying "Portal, APPEAR!", but it didn't look the same as my other portals. Instead, it was a small circle with white and rainbow light radiating from the center. I tried to jump in before it had fully manifested, and ended up tumbling through the air in the store. I ended up next to a projector screen, like in Epic Mickey. It wasn't operational though.



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Austin had cut his hair (which he really needs to do in waking life, haha), and had gotten a couple of strands dyed light purple and light pink. We laid down in my bed to watch a movie, and I knew he wanted to have sex, but I was on my period. Then, I remember having a big "Elizabethean collar" on, which is a cone-shaped collar that you put on animals after surgery so they don't pull their stitches out. I had to wear it as some sort of brace, but I only wore it in private. I remember looking in the mirror at my reflection. I looked ridiculous with that thing on.

Then, I was at some apartment, and there was a giant bucket of LSD-laced brownies. I started eating them, when my friends Leigh and Andrea came over. They ate them with me, and we couldn't get enough. We started watching a really trippy movie. Everything was very vivid. At some point, the lady that lived next door to the apartment we were in came over and I had somehow pissed her off. She had to use our microwave, so when her stuff in the microwave was done, I left to hide, afraid that the lady would call the police when she found out we were doing all this acid. I found all these secret nooks and spaces in the apartment, it was pretty awesome. I explored for awhile, then came back, and the lady was standing in the doorway with her friend, and they were watching the movie.

Giant Stuffed Cat and dog- 13th/12/2010:

I had a brief WBTB which failed because I was ill, in it I realised I was dreaming but the quality was sooo poor; it involved me getting out of bed trying to stabilise, but I had a pounding headache so that flopped then I sat down beside my bed and decided to teleport while saying out loud "when I stop spinning, my dream guide will be here!" so I stopped spinning and...........I was a tiny version of myself surrounded by a giant stuffed cat and dog.....okay then



Update:

The more I think about this lucid the more im convinced the cat represented my feminine side and the dog my masculine but why were
they stuffed? why was I tiny?

Update 2:

I had another non lucid where I landed on some random Island that seemed to be deserted but as soon as I looked around there was a brown/gold cat and a white dog who immediately started attacking me, I picked up a log to defend my self but it grew and became too heavy so It was painfully slow swigging it about, then the cat attacked me, it seemed more aggresive than the dog....hmm

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

[I apologize in advance for how much of the page this entry takes up. It was my longest lucid dream to date, though, and I wanted to make the best record of it I could.]

I'm at my old high school, outside the entrance to my mom's old classroom. The open-air entrance on one side of the classroom and the semi-enclosed atrium on the other side are reversed from the sides they're on in real life. I'm listening to an old woman [Betty J.? Aunt Edie? I'm not sure] talk about life. I also remember reading some text about how in the old days, we just lived together with love and respect for one another as a matter of course, without any need for external forces like social programs to manipulate or engineer good feelings between people. [Yep. That sounds like my mind, all right.]

I'm playing PackRat. [Again. I am so sick of dreaming about PackRat, and I know perfectly well that the only way to stop dreaming about it is to stop playing it. That'll happen at the end of this year, I hope.] I discover that the reason an old collection cannot be completed is that they created all the cards, with artwork and everything, but never actually made them available to players.

I'm looking through a rack of envelopes of photo prints, organized by the subject of the photos.

I'm reading a novel on a shiny, black electronic reader. The last page of one chapter has a small illustration of a rolling, bouncing boulder on it [this illustration is from a particular PackRat card]. The electronic reader has small, rectangular “previous page” and “next page” buttons in the lower right corner. It also has readouts in the lower left corner of the screen that show remaining battery life and how many inches from your eyes the screen is. It says that a distance of at least 9 inches is recommended. I see my reflection in its surface and am surprised to discover that I'm wearing glasses. [I don't wear them in real life, but I might have to, someday.]

I go to say good night to my dad. He shows me that he's discovered a way to screw this cylindrical part onto his guitar so that it still has its protective plastic cover.

WBTB at 3:58 A.M. I stayed up for 10-15 minutes, taking notes on the dreams I recalled so far. Then I listened to the second half of my binaural beats file and continued doing affirmations, this time including remembering to stabilize my dream as one of them. I then spent about 45 minutes being kept awake by my coughing and sneezing, but eventually, I managed to get back to sleep. I think I even experienced sleep paralysis for the first time ever; I remember a moment when it felt like my body was vibrating or shaking really fast.

When I find myself in House #1, I immediately know I'm dreaming. [Since I was lucid from the very beginning and can remember a little bit of the sleep paralysis, I think I may have just performed a successful WILD, even though I didn't originally intend to.] This time, I succeed in remembering to stop and take in the scene before doing anything else, in order to stabilize the dream. Once again, I gaze around in awe of the fact that my mind can create such a detailed and realistic environment. Everything looks real, even though I know it's not. I walk around the house a bit, and when I get to the sinks in the bathroom and kitchen, I look at the faucets and quietly expect them to turn on, and they do, without my touching them. [I think that's pretty cool.]

I go out into the study, which looks pretty much just as it did in reality, except that the space inside it is entirely filled with spiderwebs. I turn back and go back into the house, with spiderwebs sticking all over me. When I come back in, I accidentally let a spider into the house, too. It has a big, nearly spherical body with stripes in two different shades of gray. I squash it while it's walking along the wall in the master bedroom. Then I discover another, even bigger, red spider/crab thing on the carpet, and squash that one, too, saying something about how sorry I am for making a stain on the carpet. [The carpet I squashed the spider into was light brown and semi-shaggy. House #1 never had carpet like that; that's the kind of carpet we have in House #3. I didn't notice this until after I woke up, at which point I found it highly amusing that the details of the carpet had been off in one of my dreams and I hadn't noticed. ]

My mom is there in the house. [I don't really remember the specifics of this part, but] I lie down on the bed in the master bedroom and get under the covers so that my parents won't see that I'm quivering and shaking in the throes of SP. [I don't even know.]

I decide I want to leave the house and go explore other parts of this dream world, but I feel obliged to take leave of my parents first and tell them where I'm going, but I want to keep it a secret from them that I'm dreaming. I say to myself, “If I told them I was going to school, would they believe me? Given the setting, they might.” As I say this, what I have in mind is that I'm going to pretend to be setting out on foot for my junior high school. [Funny; that was the only school I ever took the school bus to. I did walk from my house to the bus stop, though.]

I walk through the side yard toward the front gate. I find my parents in the corner of the yard, where the wall with said gate in it meets the wall of the neighbors' house, doing some kind of yard work. I say, “I'm going to school. Bye, Mom!”

“Bye, (Emiko)!” says my mom, and it sounds exactly the same as it always does when my real mom says it. [Obviously, an unaltered memory.] “Have a good day!”

“You, too!” I say, or something like it. I walk out through the front gate and down toward the street. The neighborhood seems more spacious and spread-out than it is in reality. Now that no one is looking, I begin flying, taking off from the middle of the street and traveling parallel to it and upward from it at an angle, like an airplane taking off.

As I fly higher into the air, the dream and my dream consciousness start to fade away. Now, having read the DEILD tutorial, I had some idea of what to do. I lay absolutely still in my bed and concentrated intently on the dream I had just been having, willing myself to start dreaming again. It worked. [First successful DEILD, too! I was really on a roll last night!]

I end up in a group of interconnected, upstairs rooms in a building somewhere. I seem to have flown there. The rooms are white, and there are chairs, upholstered stools, and bookshelves in them. From reading a plaque on a wall near a doorway, I learn that these rooms are reading rooms dedicated to a strange alternate take on Christianity, centered around an alternate set of gospels written by different people. [I didn't recognize it as any sect that exists in real life.] One of the rooms has an analog clock on the wall. It doesn't have numbers, just a circle and two hands, all made of the same rough, gray metal. Even though I already know I'm dreaming, I deliberately look at the clock, glance away, and then look at it again to see if the hands have jumped. The first time I try this, they seem to be in pretty much the same position they were in, so I try again. The second time, they've jumped to a totally different position. I am pleased with myself; again, I was expecting that to happen, so it did.

I leave these rooms and start walking down a flight of stairs. The dream starts to fade again, but again, I manage to stay in it through sheer willpower.

The stairs end in a wide hallway. There is a set of double doors to the right, leading into a room. Judging by the decorations and items outside these doors and inside the room, it looks like there's a wedding going on. Am I the bride? I wonder, but when I enter the large, rectangular room and see the retail-style displays of clothing and stuff, I think, Oh, good. Just a fair, then. I see a real-life friend [I forget who] to my right, who says to me, “Cute dress, (Emiko)!”

“Thank you!” I answer, even though I think this is an odd thing to say, because all I'm wearing is a damp, clammy black blanket wrapped around me. It feels like it's made of swimsuit material. I continue further into the room, turning to my left and walking that way. I look down and to the left, between two racks of clothing, and see another real-life friend, Eleanor B. She's wearing a royal-blue bridesmaid dress [the one she was wearing the last time I saw her in real life, which was at the wedding of some mutual friends]. I call her name twice to get her attention. She looks up, sees me, and stands up to talk to me. I come over and talk to her. When I take a closer look at the clothes hanging on the rack we're standing next to, I say something like, “And are these the new Christmas sweatshirts from Target? Cute! I want!” The sweatshirts are white and have patterns on them of snowflakes made up of narrow lines, either in shades of pink or shades of teal. They also have hems and seams in those colors. I take one pink one and one teal one off the rack and carry them with me. They feel soft.

I leave that room and find myself outside. In the distance, I can see big mountains with snow on top of them. I continue exploring and somehow [I don't remember the exact route I took] make it into an old Japanese temple (or residence, or something). It has a very old, very traditional room with tatami mats on the floor. I pry off each of my sneakers in turn, using the toe of the other foot (suddenly, I'm wearing sneakers, I think). [Yes, I actually thought that while in the dream. Now that I think of it, I think I was suddenly wearing regular clothes, too.] Leaving my sneakers (the exact same ones I have in real life, I note) out in the passageways, I enter the room with the tatami mats and walk around in it. I can feel the mats and my socks under my feet. I say aloud to myself, “Wait – we're allowed to walk around in here? Oh – of course we are; that's what I was expecting.” Yet again, something is so because I expected it to be so. [In all my real-life experience visiting historical tourist sites in Japan, we were never allowed to actually enter the rooms with the tatami; we were only allowed to look into them from the outside. I always wanted to walk around inside them, though, so now, in a dream, I got my wish. Cool.]

Outside of this room are some passageways that are all painted a dusty shade of teal, and have wooden signs hanging in them. I walk around in here for a few minutes. One of the signs says “Telephone,” and indeed, there is a pay telephone on the wall in a wooden box. It looks like an old tourist facility.

One of the doorways within these passageways leads into a spacious, modern restaurant that I recognize as the one inside the onsen [hot spring] that I visited while I was living in Japan. There are a few people sitting at tables here and there. I walk through the restaurant, looking for one of my real-life friends [I don't remember which one now]. I don't find her there, so I decide to head for the restaurant's exit and go somewhere else.

The way to the exit is through a long passageway with a wall on the right side and an upholstered bench on the left side where guests can sit and wait for tables, which separates the passageway from the rest of the restaurant. There are two people sitting on the bench. As I approach the door, I think, What shall I do next? Task of the Month – cell phone – oh, yeah! For a split second I think of getting out my cell phone to text somebody, but then I remember the new Task of the Month for November. I turn to one of the two DCs sitting on the bench, the one sitting nearest the door, who happens to be a black, pregnant woman. “Hey, can I tell you what I'm thankful for?” I say to her.

“Okay.” She straightens, sitting forward on the edge of the bench, listening to me.

“I'm thankful for my family, and [something else I can't remember now], and my computer, and for being able to come here!” I say. [Meaning, to the dream world.] Unfortunately, the dream starts to fade again just as I'm finishing my sentence.

FA in which, instead of being me, I'm Cobb. Mal is there when I wake up, the real one. [They're characters from Inception.] We talk about something, probably the dream I just had. [I don't remember now exactly what it was we talked about, but dude. That was a really weird FA.]

FA in which I count my fingers while they're spread out against the legs of my jeans. When I find I have a sixth finger on my left hand, my reaction is, “Oh, damn. Gosh-darn it!” Apparently, I really want to actually be awake. But I'm still feeling sleepy, so I lie down, sprawling over the sides of the white, wooden bench I'm sitting on.

When I woke up for real, I just lay there for several minutes because my body still felt heavy. I recalled my dream and was pretty impressed.

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Side notes:

That was the longest lucid dream I've ever had. I'm also very impressed and pleased with the number of times I succeeded in controlling what happened just by expecting something to happen. I really got the hang of that skill last night. Finally, I'm amazed that I managed to stay lucid for that long, and to force myself to keep dreaming so many times when the dream threatened to end. Wow!

Huzzah, I'll not complain about waking up early... I just wish it didn't come at the cost of a short lucid. =(

Anywho, I did have a semi-lengthy dream before becoming lucid, but I'll omit that due to it being fairly unremarkable.

Anyway, me and my brother (I don't have a brother in real life, so there's a good chance it was Elly.) are running to a bus stop, when I get the idea to do a reality check, I become lucid. My brother runs behind this chapel looking place and I follow (I forget to calm and anchor, but I don't really get a rush of excitement when becoming lucid...). My dog is there, and there's a padlock on the door.

Exhibiting a bit of dream control (Or lack there of.) I search my pockets for the key. Finding nothing, I look over at a copy of my dog (Wearing a wedding veil... Double-you tee eff.) and ask "Did I leave that key on your collar?". Sure enough, a key is hanging from his collar, I get the key off, pet both of the dogs (Blinking, hoping it'll merge the two into one... It doesn't.) and head in.

Immediately, I get a rush of a dread feeling upon seeing the room. There are familiar objects on the floor, and while I've never seen the room itself before, it seems very familiar. I only get a few steps in before I wake up. I can't DEILD back in. =(


So fairly easy to interpret. Elly didn't want me to see what was in there... I think, but then why did she indirectly lead me there? Bah, dammit... Elly needs to talk to me more instead of just waking me up when I summon her. >;/ This one was just long enough to not count as a fraction of a LD.