The Cusp

Well, I got the noise problem solved, now it's just the the humidity keeping me awake.

Fragment: Nano Crap
I see a splotch of bird shit, all white and gross. This shit is rife with nano tech, and I can see/sense the nano circuitry active inside it. I watch as that circuitry expands exponentially, growing beyond the confines of the bird shit, yet still creating new patches of bird shit here and there.

The Grind
Recall: 3/10
Sleep: Poor (too humid)
Sleep Position: Unknown

Some kind of sorcerer/shaman has my arm, and he's slowly grinding my arm up into hamburger. The skin, the flesh, the muscle, the bone, it's all getting chewed up by something I can't see. It's going pretty quick, and he's almost gone down to my elbow.

I feel nothing, and there is no way I am paying this even the slightest bit of attention. I turn my back on the sorcerer, who is still holding my arms and grinding away messily, then feel two new phantom limbs in addition to the ones the shaman is holding.

I'm a little surprised at how persistent this guy is, he won't let up. Even after I'm ignoring him and rendering his attacks completely useless, he still keeps popping up from time to time in my dreams all night, always trying to grind me down to nothing. It's completely ineffective though. There is meat and bone being ground from a body that looks like mine, but it means nothing to me.

Was I lucid? Semi lucid? I had decent control, but I usually do even in my non lucids.

Guy I was working with yesterday showed my the aftermath of what happens when thumb meets sawblade. Then he showed me the pictures they took of his thumb right after the accident. You could see bone! You should never be able to see another man's bone... Obviously left an impression.

Fragment: The General
A military general and some woman are trying to hire me to teach them dream control. The woman offers me the beat up old truck as payment, but the truck already belongs to me. They don't understand payment isn't necessary.

Fragment: Merging
My home town and my city have been merging together into one in my dreams. In particular where the train tracks are in both places seems to be the convergence point. Features from the city and the river from the town keep bleeding into one another.

Nothing spectacular. Might have work on my recall for a bit.

I've been using a different brand of ear plugs, more comfortable and tied together with a string so I don't lose them. They've been helping me sleep, and more importantly, helping me remember my dreams! It's been so long, I'm really getting into it now that I'm able to again. So much so that I'm having my obsessive compulsive dream control fixations where I obsessively dream about testing the same thing all night.

Monday
Messing around with archetypal structures. Each one had several main branches that I was able to activate or deactivate, drastically changing the functionality of what I was using

Tuesday
I fall asleep like a bird dive bombing into the water to snatch a fish. I went from awake to dreaming like diving into a pool. My focused attention had like a weight behind it, a heavier momentum that carried an extra oomph. I kept waking myself up and plunging myself back into sleep

Wednesday
A little obsessed with this new quality of momentum, my fixation incubates dreams exploring this all night long. I noticed this momentum often comes from scale. Changes in scale on a liner perceptual path can interrupt momentum. Continuous shifing in scale in any one direction seems to produce this kind of momentum.

Doing different variations of the same thing all night long doesn't produce very detailed dream logs. No plot to speak of, and they all kind of blend together. But the practice... I'm onto something here, not entirely sure what yet.

Look out world, the cusp is dreaming again, and this time around I've got momentum. Nobody's dreams are safe!

Just forget it. Sleep will never be an option for me, so there's no point in keeping a dream journal.

Fragment: I'm in a large open area or room, when someone comes up to me and says "Hi". Then they ask me a question, but I get woken up.

FUck. I get woken up every goddamn day. Just kills my recall to hear stomping and creaking as soon as I wake up. Can't focus.

Going to start keeping a public dream journal again for some shared dreaming. Should make it easier to accomplish and verify.

Fragments: PoE. Dungeon running, throwing spectral blades, close calls with death.
Started playing Path of Exile again, playing hardcore in particular, which is more intense and demands more attention. It's been having a dominating influence on my dreams. Going to have to stop playing before bed.

Classic Tooth Dream
Recall: 8/10
Sleep: Awful
Sleep Position: Unknown

I notice one of my bottom front teeth is really loose, ready to come out. I'm not happy about it, but at least it's small and won't show that much. I yank on it and it comes out easy.

I thought the rest of my teeth were fine, but now all the rest of my front teeth have kind of fallen over on themselves. It's like they were all leaning on that one tooth I pulled for support, and with it gone, everything else just fell over.

I begin removing all my front teeth, and when I do it just leaves a black hole behind it, no view of the inside of my mouth. I get down to the last tooth, my bottom right canine, and that one won't come out. The problem is, that tooth has a metal bar on it leading to my left bottom canine which did come out. Now that bar is just kind of hanging there in the way, catching on stuff. I try to twist it off, but end up with it protruding from my mouth at an odd angle so that I can't even close it!

Fucking tooth dreams! I should know better than to trip into one of those by now. Second rule of dream control, the more attention you give something, the more related detail it creates.

Swiss Army Sword
Recall: 6/10
Sleep: Awful
Sleep Position: Unknown

Someone pulls out this super long swiss army knife. It's normal width, but about the length of a claymore. Along the sides where the tools and blades fold out, these razor sharp silver crystals have formed, creating an absolutely brutal cutting edge. Especially considering many of those pieces would break off in the flesh when you hit someone with it.

The guy says "This is a powerful sword" and hands it to me. Those sharp crystals run the entire length of the thing, leaving nowhere to grip it. I wonder how it was used as a sword. Adding a handle would just make it too long.

I hold it by the front and back so as not to gore my hands, when I notice those sides are covered with scaly metal crystals as well. They are really fragile and crumble under the pressure of my fingers. Not wanting to be to one to break this supposedly powerful weapon, I throw back to the guy like a hot potato.

Seems the influence of that game mixed with my recent obsession of prospecting. Not a bad mix.

Red Dawn
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I see nukes going off in the distance, the flash of light, the mushroom cloud, I feel the hot radioactive winds, feel the ground trembling beneath my feed. The bombs going of are shaking the ground so badly it's painful, my feet, legs and knees are really sore.

I run for the shelter of the nearest buildings, hoping I can take shelter in the basement. But before I can get to them, bombs start falling on them, destroying them. I watch the pattern of the falling bombs and try to use that structure to keep my distance from where they are falling. Luckily these ones aren't nukes.

While everyone else is running for their lives in a panic, I pick up an empty hockey bag and begin filling it with whatever supplies I happen to come across.

Then the soldiers come flooding in, with a gun in one hand and a sword in the other. Some of the civilians fight back, and I loot the body of one of the soldiers that fell to the resistance, grabbing his sword and gun. I try to fight back, but there are just too many and they swarm the civilian resistance.

I run, end up at my hometown house with my brother. We're about to head into the basement to take shelter from the falling bombs, but they seem to be targeting houses. Instead we hide in the tree fort. It's an odd shed/treefort thing with multiple rooms. We go up a ladder to the top room and inside it connects to a barn/warehouse building. I find a good hiding/defensive spot in case the soldiers enter looking for us.

Some soldiers do come in, but I manage to ambush them without attracting more attention.

Got some earplugs, they really helped me sleep. Forgot to set up something to take notes from my dreams, so I lost a lot them. I'll be better prepared tonight.

Downtown
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm cruising through Ottawa U, using a wheeled thing like a scooter. My ride started off as one of those carts librarians put books on, and at some point morphed into a sort of custom hospital gurney with a pattern on the mattress which contains the face of Jesus.

One of my high school teachers stops me and gives me crap for messing with school property, but I point out the Jesus face in the pattern and tell him Jesus ain't allowed in public universities. I scoot along to the fron entrance where I encounter another high school teacher (mr Hupe), expecting the same out oh him, but he lets me leave no problem.

I scoot down towards the Rideau center and enter a coffee shop. The music here is pretty good and I figure this will be a great place to hang before classes. The place begins to get more and more crowded, and before long I'm underneath a dogpile of people, two of which are resting their elbows on my face, using it as an arm rest.

I get angry, shove everyone off me and yell out "MY FACE IS NOT AN ARM REST!!!!". The people I shoved are a little pissed, but I keep them at bay with the look of death. Only one of them tries to confront me. A black guy, well built, but he's a good head shorter than I am, and even though he's acting tough, I know he won't make a move.

Garden of Weed-en
Recall: 3/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm driving along the queensway when I notice some marijuana growing in a cornfield to my right. I pull over and head into the field, but when I get there I can only see some poppies growing in front of the crops. Not interested in the poppies, I check out what else is growing.

There are small water melons, corn, tomatoes, and some carrots which I grab to chew on. I spot some cardboard baskets and begin to fill one with produce. The owner of the fields come along, and I pretend I was there to buy stuff, not raid their field.


There was another dream I wanted to record that was a perfect example of jumping tracks. The dream scene was one thing, but focusing on a dream character completely changed the existing context of the dream. Can't remember the details though, made the mistake of trusting it to memory instead of writing it down.

Tormentors
Recall: 7/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

For some reason I've called up Jimmy, and ask him if he knows any indian medicine men or sorcerers, maybe he has someone in his family who has that type of knowledge. He doesn't seem into the idea but I talk him into it and he finally tells me to come over.

I go to his place, he invites me inside, then all these indians start giving me a hard time. An old woman giving me dirty looks that could kill, muscled goon indians trying to intimidate me. I know where I'm not wanted, so I go to put my shoes back on only to find thumb tacks inside them. I remove the tacks, put on my shoes and leave.

But it's not going to be that easy. They follow me and start using some sort of reality altering magics or curse on me. Everything is just going crazy in a very bad way, hard to describe. I begin to use dream control without being lucid to counteract their efforts, and manage to calm things down. One of them comments that they are surprised I managed to calm things down so quickly, then they launch another attack even worse than the last one. My reality falls apart into a crazy fractal. I do my best to keep my focus so it doesn't get the better of me and try to get out of there.

I leave the apartment building but they follow me, so I try to lose them by hopping on a bus that happens to have stopped near me with the door open, but they still follow. On the bus, my trials continue. At one point there is some sort of deformed mutant kid at the front with a donation box, and the old indian woman hands me 15 dollars to give to him. I'm about to put it all in his box, when I think I'll need money to pay my bus fare and keep 5 for myself, giving the kid 10. The old indian woman is absolutely disgusted by this, and even I concede that was a dick move. I know this isn't real, and I couldn't even give to the poor cripple kid without thinking of myself.

This hellish mind fuck of an assault carries on, and I finally realize I'm dreaming. Rather than try to salvage this mess of a dream, I'm like "fuck this, I'm outta here!" and wake myself up.

I'm having too many dreams where I use dream control without being lucid. Going to have to try to do something about that.

Shoot out
Recall: 4/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm in the small town of Bourgette, and I love how quiet it is. I walk down the street and don't see a single person, then turn around and walk back and forth a few times, still not seeing anyone.

I go to find my uncle who gave me a ride here, and he's taken cover behind an overturned car and is shooting it out with the police. The townsfolk tell me he only has to hold out for a certain amount of time, after which the police are no longer allowed to enter the town. That time is 1AM. I look at my watch and there are 7 hours left. It doesn't look good for him lasting that long, but the townsfolk are helping by "crashing" their vehicles in front of the police to get in their way.

I go into the local hotel/bar, where I see pictures on the walls of all kinds of celebrities and royalty who have been regulars here in the past. The rules that outlaw police presence in this town have made it a hotspot for partying, and people come from all over the world for a little lawless fun.

I haven't lived here since grade 2, but when I go up to the bar, the bartender calls me by name, which I find awesome.

The police were after my uncle because he killed a man, some kind of royalty who was supposed to marry a princess. With him dead, it turns out I'm the last remaining person with the proper blood line to marry the princess, who is hot and smart. We get married.

I go back out to where the shootout occurred, and some people are cleaning up. Turns out the locals set up the murder of that man, framing my uncle, so they could recover some treasure during the cleanup process.

Should have taken notes on this dream, it was way more epic than my recall made it out to be.

There were three major influences for this dream yesterday

1)Saw a girl I went to school with in that down posted new pics on facebook, and I was impressed wiht how hot she was. This set up the location

2)The Donner shootout, which mirrored the shootout with my uncle

3) An episode of Ultimate Spiderman where the Wrecking crew would attack the city, then steal by sneaking in with the clean up crew

I was working on a top secret project I can't talk about here, trying to create a visualization loop that would carry over into sleep. But I didn't notice I fell asleep. I had experienced some strange sensations in my back previous to falling asleep.

Light Hands
Recall: 10/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I'm laying in bed, doing my visualization mantra, when I hear Elvis Costello's "When the smoke gets in your eyes" start to play. I figure I left a cassette playing. I then imagine myself playing a punk rock versions of the song.

The song ends, there is silence in my room once again, when I feel an odd sensation in my hand. I figure will focus on it and try to amplify the sensation. I do, and notice a soft light being emitted from my hand. I pull the blankets over my head for pure darkness to make sure I'm not mistaking an outside light source for my light hand.

The feeling fades, and I decide I'd better try that again. I concentrate, feel the weird sensation in my hand again, see the soft light again, then suddenly this tiny point of light appears below the palm of my hand. It's kind of vibrating, and making a high pitched buzzing noise, almost like a small insect. In the light being emitted, I notice a tiny little fruit fly crawling on the inside of my blanket.

I recognize that the appearance of this fruit fly is a dream like occurrence, due to me focusing on the tiny light with insect like qualities. But I'm more interested in holding my focus to create the little buzzing light. I play around with focusing my attention to create the light hands for awhile, and don't even notice that I've actually woken up.

Took me awhile to realize it was a dream. My first clue was the cassette player, which I haven't had in years, then I realized it occurred in the house I grew up in, not where I currently live. I was semi lucid there for a bit, but didn't do anything with it, was more interested in the dream

I watched the new Sherlock Holmes movie last night which inspired a Doctor Who dream. Wait, what?

Since Sherlock Holmes in the new Doctor Who series is a lesbian lizard woman, and Doctor Who is my favorite show, sherlock holmes has a strong connection to Doctor who. It's elementary!

Dragon Doctor
Recall: 4/10
Sleep: Good
Sleep Position: Unknown

I enter into this strange old man's apartment. He acts really strange, he's not human, only posing as a human.

There is a white lazyboy chair in the middle of the room, but it's not really a chair, it's a camouflaged Tardis! The old man is trying to find this tardis and gain entry to it. He begins demanding that I let him in the tardis, threatening violence, so I retreat inside the Tardis chair. It's bigger on the inside than the chair would have been, but still only the size of a police box on the inside.

The old man begins pounding on the outside of the tardis demanding I let him in. My tiny little box shudders under the fury of his onslaught, and the whole house shakes as he pounds on the walls of my white Tardis.

Then I'm outside in the hallway with the Doctor and a few of his companions. We knock on the door and the old man answers. Suddenly everyone becomes a dragon. The Doctor is a 5 headed hydra, his companions single headed adult dragons, and the old man is a tiny little pygmy dragon. He's so cute! Looking at him, you just know he's harmless.

Turns out the old man was just a stranded alien who was lost and confused and desperately wanted to go home, which is why he wanted in the Tardis so bad. The Doctor gives him a lift and all is well.

-At some point I realize I'm the new companion in the TV show. I find it a little odd that I'm a male companion, but it's not the first time it's happened. I also find it odd they picked me to be on TV. But then I look at myself in the mirror and realize I'm pretty good looking.

Three Showdowns
Recall: 5/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (right brain)

I'm standing with some people when a zombie Frankenstein's monster grabs me and throws me violently against the wall. Then it begins to choke me, still pushing me against the wall. I punch it in the head and manage to knock it back a step and evade it's clutches. But the frankenstein monster is not alone, there is also a zombie, and a zombie werewolf.

The people with me have weapons like swords, so I just evade the monsters and leave the killing to those better equipped to deal with it. Once they've dispatched their monsters, I'm still left with my three attackers. They tell me that I have to defeat them myself.

I run around dodging and landing big hay makers when I can. It takes a long time, but eventually I kill one of them. Then another. With only one monster left, I can focus on my assault more and finish him off more quickly than the others.

Victorious, we discover this is the first of three monster encounters we have to defeat for some reason that is unclear. The second fight occurs on the river in my home town on a set of rapids known as "Lovers". We're able to work together to defeat this single creature. Once it falls, huge banks of stone rise up out of the water, changing how the water flows and sending a violent torrent of water rushing towards us. I lead my part to safety, narrowly avoiding being washed away.

Now, on to the third fight! But I notice we are all unarmed, so I take everyone to my house to gear up. I pull out a sword, a machetee, throwing knives, a fire poke, a large crow bar and some metal pipes. Armed and ready, we hop on a school bus to our third fight, but on the bus I notice our weapons are gone again.

On the bus, a young Bevan is sitting across from us acting like a retard, and I lose patience and call him one. His face changes into a monkey monster, somehow tied to the evil we are fighting, and I get up and sit at the front of the bus next to some friends. Chris sees some guy on the street eating some kind of chocolate bar he's never seen before and exclaims "OMG! [name of chocolate bar]". Next thing I know they are outside the bus in front of a store eating one.

We arrive at our final location, a large hotel. As we walk towards it, large structures and statues rise up from the ground changing our immediate landscape into something like an ancient temple. Again, I'm annoyed with our lack of weapons, but it's too late now. The final showdown is about to begin!

Dammit, I woke up before the final battle!

Dark Outlines
Recall: 9/10
Sleep: Nap
Sleep Position: Unknown

My mother has the paper out, looking at what's playing at the movies. I notice an anime movie and say I want to see that one. We go to the show and I'm surprised to see my mother watching this anime with me. The movie is separated into television show episodes, and shows the website they downloaded it from in between episodes. Pretty shoddy and most likely not legal.

I have a passing thought about a shooting, and next thing that happens is some asshole starts shooting up the place with a machine gun. I realize I made that happen by thinking about it as I lead my mother to safety.

After some running, I'm walking away from a cabin deep in the woods. It's really dark, and everything around me is just a dark outline. I recognize that this is a dream and it's fading fast since I'm only taking a light nap. I figure I might as well do something with it while I have the opportunity.

I turn around and start running back to the cabin, relying on the brisk movement to stabilize the crumbling dream. As I go down a hill on the path, I change from running to riding a mountain bike. The extra speed from going downhill on the bike stops the dream from degrading further, but everything around me is still just a dark outline.

I jump off my moving bike into the air and try flying. It's tough to get going at first, and I'm stuck with swimming physics. I flap my arms in the air like an idiot until I start moving and gaining height, but but my flying still remains clumsy. I have a passing thought that this is going to look bad in my DJ since I'm supposed to be a master of control. I fly off to a river and land.

Everything is still just dark shadows except for the water, which looks like a bad CGI. I decide to navigate the rocky banks to interact with the dream and make my way down to the river. Still, everything is just dark shapes. Then I notice a couple of sail boats that are crisp and clear, full color. I focus on those since they are the only thing that is really stable and the rest of the dream begins to flesh out. Then I wake up when I get called for dinner.

Another lucid wasted on flying. I should have tried to force another procog dream to get the winning lottery numbers. Guess I was too distracted by everything being so dark.

Woot! Had a precognitive dream come true!

So I've been playing this game called The Dead Zone: Last stand, a zombie apocalypse survival game. Been dreaming about it, shooting zombies, which isn't as much fun as bashing in their heads, but still pretty cool.

Anyways, at some point during the dream, I found out that the latest update to the game was going to release today, and it did! I'm amazed!

Now if I can only do that with the lottery... In theory I should be able to, just get obsessed with lotto numbers like I've been about playing this game.