Vesterguard

23-08-10 3 fragmented stuff. Mathias Amdi paying for a pizza, in a swimming pool talking to a very cool penguin/shark/hedgehog in a pool , one of my friends stroke it and I think it is weird to stroke a soft jelly type animal, it might also have also have been a jelly fish. A female friend of mine discover she has a camera that can film under water and also link up with a receiver to provide live streaming (I am dumping the universal dream sign of technology not working for me period!). I wanna pay for the pizza I give 100 kroner, when the final prise is 85, so Amdi and I talk about sorting it out. Something about an after party we have to attend. Something about the airport? Many women following around, I seem to know them all. Something about me not being able to take on a pair of diving glasses under water.

22-08-10 Something about dreamers forum, Finding my dream name, telepathic communications with a new user, she asks me to put a program on my computer, this gives acess to game statistics, I thought it would avoid minimising the game if new message received, Niklas from WoW is there explaining to some wisehead that it took ages for a lot of people to find out that beer was his dreamsign and apparently mine too, although I don't recognise this to be true for me.

22-08-10 Something about a competition in exorcism versus a loner played by Sean Penn, kept travelling all over the country. Was somehow also a competition in dreaming so went to the dude's website and gound my dreams to be waay cooler than his. All I really wanted was to be better than this guy. I had a partner, can't remember who it was exactly. I do remember at one point paying extra attention to trees, but never enough to remind myself of a reallity check. Was there something about a graveyard as well, possibly some train traveling, man a bucket load of dreamsigns.

Dream change, it is Christmas and my entire family is together. The kids run around and look for presents on the parking lot outside the communal office and it is bright sunshine (!!!!!!!). They ask me if I brought presents this time, sort of refer to my sisters baby who at this point already is born. “I don't do presents, you all know this!” They then question both my cousins on my mothers side and for some reason especially Heidi is speechless and looks to me for support, I don't quite understand what it is she wants me to do, until she says “Dennis tell them!” They keep looking at her with question marks in her eyes. I say something like “Oh for crying out loud just give them a couple of years of it, they will get used to it”. The entire family starts laughing as we walk into the communal office.

non-dream non-lucid

21-08-10 I was in Merlot's (yes the bar from true blood, ) with my friend, colleague and soon to be neighbour (first time I dreamt of him, couldn't do anything about that ). He was getting a lot of attention from all attractive women in the bar (I hate him!!!) except one, a red haired girl that seemed to go blonde over the course of the dream. She on the other hand kept smiling at me and I smiled back, but didn't do anything else. She told Daniel she had to go back to Max, her presumed boyfriend. At one point I get a message from an unknown number and I know it is her, it is an animated film about a small blue man that lives in the wall like a mouse. The text after the film says “This is Max ”.

After almost being sucked into another dream about a small dog that lives in the same wall as Max, I get called back to the first by a scene where someone is stealing the tip money (very similar to the last episode I watched). Two friends of mine (random DCs) and I run through town to find Claire (An English friend of mine) and it is quite obvious that she has taken the money. We run through the city which has a cross between Barcelona and Copenhagen feel to it. We find Claire at a café with a stack of money on the table and a couple of notes she has quickly dropped in a half full pint. I pick up the notes and put them in the stack. One DC want to take some of the money and claims it to be finders keepers, another want to set up a recurrent business. I tell them it is all going back and the DC with the business plans asks me “Who put you in charge of our ethical considerations?” “I did!” I reply and start heading back to the bar.

When we get back Claire is at the bar serving a pint, she seems anxious and I know this is because of our return. Sam gets up and I give him the money. He calls me and another DC into his office, and this DC transforms into the aforementioned woman. We have a bit of a mouthing and the woman is acting like bitch. To wipe her smile of her face I go to slap her, although I have no intentions of carrying through Sam grabs my hand behind my head. “I had no intentions of doing it you know?” He explains how she has been through a lot with his brother and how she has now had to move out, so even if I had slapped her it wouldn't have been the worst that could happen to her (!?!?!?).

The woman starts to make serious moves on Sam and he can't resist it. I close my eyes as I don't want to see. Devious tramp I think to myself, before my idea about her turns into “Succubus!”. I keep standing there as they are blocking the entire office until the woman makes small room and says “scoot”. I grab the door and the wall and swing my lower body over Sam's legs in order to get out. The last thing I say is “Oh btw, she stays!”. “Who her?” Sam replies “Claire, you idiot!!” I reply, “She stays or I go” (somehow I now have a working affiliation with Merlot's). I feel like Claire deserves a second chance. I go out of the office and over to the bar and over to Claire. She is blushing as I approach and I can feel how uncomfortable she is becoming, I kiss her on the cheek grab my dream journal and start walking towards an empty part of the bar. Claire calls “thanks” in a questioning tone of voice and as I can hear she doesn't want to let it go right away, I turn around and send her a smile. She smiles back and resume her work.

As I am walking towards that empty place in the bar to write my dream journal, a woman calls me and smiles at me. She is quite large and she tells me she wouldn't mind kisses either. I send her a smile and carry on with my route. I wake up.

Non-Dream non-lucid

21-08-10 I was on some sort of party boat, a stationary kind with many friends from high school and preschool. I was still wearing my working clothes. We were getting drunk. In the beginning of the dream it was mainly Ronja (a good current friend of mine) and I being mingled up with a bunch of high class arrogant idiots, although I don't normally perceive myself as judgemental, these pricks were the stereotypes of condescending spoiled brats in their early teens / mid twenties. One in particular kept harassing me and intended fully on hurting me, which scared me a bit but also excited me and got me worked up, I was always walking the line between the fight vs. flight reaction.

I start listening to some music, I have an incredible piece of technology, a sort of smart phone that sort of just gives you what you want to know at the time, I mean mentally (So here goes, technology actually DOES tend to work in my dreams, especially smart phones enough for Mensa, probably should have reality checked this one though ^^). There were a couple of Danish rappers that I tend to find comical (Nik and Jay) and they had made a new single with video, available from my phone that was producing an AMAZING quality sound and picture, this technology also allowed you to immerse yourself in the video (!?!?!?).

I am starting to listen through the track and at some point during the video I see Nik merging with Jay, but the end result seems to be just Nik, with an ugly ass pair of teeth from Jay (I would think their teeth are normally perfect IRL). I mention this to Ronja and we laugh about it, she agrees. Now listening through the track I hear a faint bass line kicking in with some fast paced drumming. I stop up question Ronja “Is that drum-n-bass?”... I continue “nah the bass line isn't emphasised enough” she agrees. I mention that it is a bold move for these rappers if it were. The bass line kicks in, I can't (literally CANNOT) help myself from dancing and as I look across the table, I can see Ronja is having a similar issue, the best drum-n-bass I have ever heard (been quite some time since I really appreciated this type of music). We let the music and our actions speak for ourselves for a bit. The track stops, I replay the drop again. DAMN good drop as well!

Enough is enough escalation is on the horizon I continue to get drunker and drunker, and more and more of my friends start turning up, dancing is defo on the program. My memory starts fading away as I get drunk, but later on I seem recall one of my friends giving me an ecstasy tablet, which I swallow and actually experience the trip (so much so I feel it in my bones as if I did the real thing now) I believe it to be Mathias giving me the drub, but I am unsure (this is important for later in the dream).

There is a break in the party and we are standing on the docks outside the boat. We are outnumbered by the pretentious people and they are again up to no good! Planning some sort of great “lecture” for me, led by an obnoxious man who plays a central part on the opposing team, in leading them being the worst of the worst. I can in the dream (and IRL) still recall the drum-n-bass beat in my head. We are going to an after party in Hornslet (missed it) at an old school friend of mine's (missed it again >.<) and for some reason some of the pretentious people join in.

The situation escalates and I feel like I have to defend myself from the guy, which in the beginning is to put himself through the mockery he intends on me (for some reason I know what he is up to). The first clear act I remember doing is licking salty licorice and throwing it in his hair, HAH! take that, who is worrying about his hair now, bitch! (don't quite understand, when I reflect upon this, how he would have done that to me, me being bald). It ends in a fight in the living room of my old friend's, where I beat the crap out of the guy while one of my friends hold the line on his pal, until I am done with the first guy and goes after his friend. The first guy I beat up starts bleeding from his nose and I continue, eventually getting his head under my knee as I continue to throw punches in his face (man, I can be vicious in dreams O.o). As I am going through this I keep questioning my acts, not able to stop them due the pure rage that is running through me. But I am aware that he has actually never done anything to me, that I have always acted pre-emptively (I have a small fraction of awareness of false memories in the situation, not enough to induce lucidity).

The dream flicks to the next day, where talks about the cops surrounding the house and Kasper (the guy living in the house already having left). I start to panic, looking through the house for my red jumper I eventually find. Some of my friends tell me it is too late and ask me what I intend to do if caught. “Tell the truth” I reply, they say I am insane and starts telling me about the implications of this to the group. I take to the woods (yes for some reason the house is now in the woods!) I start running off and I see police officers on roller skates closing in for the catch (ofc. it is logical to select roller skates, as the preferred method of traversing a densely foliated forest floor!!!). An attractive woman eventually catches me and in my state of fear I start to fight her.

I get a hold of myself “Woah woah, I don't want to hurt you” I tell myself, “No you don't” she replies, I can sense that she is impressed about how I get a hold of myself. Other people are now starting to escape and I can feel that we need to be punished for our crimes, and when two officers have to split up I call out to the other one that I cannot protect the woman against two, so we should not split up. He has a quick doubt about me, but he decides to trust my intentions of helping them quickly and falls back towards us and let me help the search.

The woman quickly does some experiments on my mouth and concludes that I have taken ecstasy, I confirm this and as she asks me where I got it I reply I can't remember, I actually mean it. She looks me in the eyes and asks again and I reply truthfully that I cannot remember (at this point I cannot, although I might have intentionally buried the memory of Mathias).

We are at the police station and I am the last to be questioned. I decide to be open and truthful, I reflect upon the situation and how my life is about to change. I accept my punishment and decide “vox veritas vita” is the way to go, even if it involves disappointing my parents. I become strangely calm about the situation and find inner peace although faced with a seriously strong penalty and years of imprisonment.

I am lying in my bed considering that they will know tomorrow, and reflect on how it will change our relationship until I realise I am actually awake. The dream was so vivid I had to actually RC reality to make sure.

19-08-10 I woke up in my bed, after a few jolted and fragmented dreams like mentioned before. But this time it was different. I felt the same tingly sensation all over my body that I remember from my first WILD, I quickly started loosing control as everything was dark and there was nothing to see. I shouted “Woow wow, get back here” did a little jump and reached out for the ground while spinning. I mentally said to myself I need light, I needed to see and start using my senses in order to stabilise the dream. I couldn't keep the lights switched on they kept turning off. After a while the light stabilised a bit and I started focusing on the mess on my floor, loads of colours and clothes everywhere (like it is in real life) except there was an old pair of shoes I no longer posses (now I know where to look if I should be fortunate enough to have another Lucid before the end of August ^^). I decided though that the idea of cleaning my room in a lucid dream was a bit of a waste so I walked into the hallway remembering now to smell, touch and try and look around. ARGH damn lights, what good is it to be mentally able to turn them on/off if they won't stay on!!! I started loosing the tingling sensation in my body and was afraid I was about to wake up, so I did a quick check and reached out with my hand and made an empty Coke bottle fly into it.. Telekinesis, check.. still dreaming. I walked to my coffee table, that admittedly was slightly in the wrong place and made sure I caressed it and felt out for the edges and corners (something I reminded myself about when awake, at work considering writing a small explanation on Schemata, from an old presentation I have lying around). In the lounge it was dawn although it had been dark night in my sleeping room (didn't think anything of it, the DAMN DAMN lights were still way too dim!!). I tried to remember the goals I had set myself and these needed DCs so I decided to take to the streets, also knowing there would be street lights. I flew out my kitchen window (which has now become my new favourite exit place need to remember to turn it into a portal at some point). Hovered around and looked in the same direction, as where the woman appeared the last time I tried to ask a DC my dream name. There were no people, but a simply fantastic (although small) Siberian husky came down the street towards me. I landed and sat on the ground calling out “come here boy” in a friendly tone and as he came I started cuddling him behind the ears. I was aware that the visual and tactile sensations of cuddling this dog was helping me stabilise the dream, and besides the dog loved it (I will get back to just how much in a bit ^^). I looked over his shoulder and I saw that woman's back as she turned a corner. “stop” I shouted, and took off flying after her, the dog followed. I thought to myself I could grab a quick dream flirt ^^. As I came around the corner I saw a door leading slightly downwards, the type of door that leads to a corridor under the building(s) commonly associated with the university structures. I flew through it, the dog followed (didn't pay any attention to the dog's control ability till after having booted up the PC to write down the dream). As I flew through these corridors I several times flew through doors, which I have never been able to before (the dog followed). And midway through I noticed the dog jumping up and down, either he wanted more attention or thought it was as fun a game as I did. Now that I was confident in my abilities to fly through matter, although not being able to see through, I flew up through the walls at an angle and the dog followed until I reached a café of sorts. The dog disappeared, but the woman was queuing up to get seated. The café had a professional feel to it and the surrounding buildings in quality seemed governmental. I said “hi” to which she replied “hi and goodbye” which I found very odd, although I didn't treat her like other DCs in the past, to whom I would say “youre in my head, this is my dream”. I wanted to talk to her and start the whole flirting plan I had in mind, but she kept refusing me although she was smiling while walking away. I must have asked her why she refused me, as she said something like “I don't know it just seemed rude since I wasn't going to get anything to eat” I asked “why is that?” and she seemed stunned by the question and as she was about to answer... I woke up >.<

Non-Lucid

16-08-10

1: My friend Kaiser has an opinion about the most effective way to get water out of a bottle that keeps collapsing in on itself (in reality this should empty the bottle very quickly, but it didn't) and he suggests using a straw to get more air in.

Shift to a scene of Mickey Mouse and Goofy in an industrial kitchen. They are walking merrily around until they find Peg Leg Pete under the table and become scared. It seems like Pete is scared too. Mickey and Goofy run off and hide. Goofy in a cupboard under the kitchen table and Mickey behind a Cleaver. They both become completely square and flat, which results in them rolling themselves in some dough to become cakes. Later the phone rings and it is the chef who is supposed to participate in a contest on baking cakes, but since he has been unable to practice he asks Mickey and Goofy to do it for him. They accept (somehow being back to their 3D selves). I wake up ready for my failed WILD attempt.

Post WILD attempt.

2: I was being escorted by an old friend from kinder garden Simon Olrik, he was driving around in a limo. We were driving through town and there were many speed bumps, somehow I was meant to be delivered to the government or some secret organisation. I decided to steal the limo and drive towards my family's home in Hornslet. The getaway was a bumpy ride in more ways than one, the people on the street kept, unintentionally, putting obstacles on the speed bumps. This included shopping cards, cardboard boxes and other things. I knew the people would get out of the way so I just ran the limo into all of these obstacles, although sometimes it got pretty rough I never hit people. I drove home and a lot of towels were placed in the bathroom as if they had just been washed. The sink was filled with soapy water, but I emptied this in order to get to brush my teeth. Saying that to begin with I just opened the water and kept filling the sink more. But I realised I was using my old toothbrush and the new one was lying right beside it, so it was when I switched the toothbrush I decided to pull the plug. I noticed my movement wasn't as fluid as normal, and I should probably kill myself for not checking further on my hand seeing as it was well within my visual field. I went outside and my parents were talking to my neighbour about young couples, they were also talking about an old flame of mine I dated for about 3 months, mentioning that she was still single. The topic of conversation was if they believed in change in people and if people could find back together. I ignored this conversation and remembered Simon I had left in town, so I went to pick him up. I somewhat apologised for stealing the limo although I didn't really feel guilty, he was, you know, trying to hand me over. He didn't hold a grudge, but asked me how I had driven the limo since the front was dented and fragile now. For this I refused to apologise. I recall no more

3: I was in a strange building comprised of many levels, with water slides connecting the various floors. I was being dressed up as a clown to pretend to be a mascot for a motor cross race or similar. The building was both placed within the track but also in a forest. The area where the motor sports would take place was called Road Tracks + and I started to recognise this building as I continuously ventured to the top of it from the inside using the water slides (I was walking up the slides, not sliding up). In order to get into the building I had to climb some dirt hill under a roof coming out of the dirt hill and I got to recognise this path up. The reason I was being dressed up as a mascot was so we could get another mascot on the track to infiltrate the people running the show. This was achieved by letting the original mascot enter the tracks, then being run over by a donkey card and holding on to the card from underneath which would then allow me to take his spot.

At one point I was at the top of the building with the water slides and the final slide led out over the edge of the building. I walked down there and checked out the fall which was a long one, but I somehow knew I could slow my fall so it wouldn't hurt. I did this and the second time I tried it I had called some people that were part of our secret operation to prove it. This time I decided to take the water slide and to my amazement a raven was doing this water slide for fun. I looked at it and it at me and I knew that if only I just took the water slide it wouldn't fly away because it could see that we were just sharing the fun. So going down the water slide seeing the ledge, I started panicking because I had had the idea that it would be possible to make the jump without slowing the fall. However I was too afraid of this so I grabbed the rails next to the water slide to prepare myself to slow the fall. And I landed safe.

There is a shift in the dream and although I am still in an outfit, it is more shamanistic and I am suppose to summon good morale and spirit for a pretend war coming up. So I walk in the field and wake up the men. Some are old friends of mine from earlier states in life it is sunny and the people are lying around on the grass, in trucks or tents, very varied sleeping arrangements. I pretend to do a rain dance and I hear someone saying “who is doing a rain dance? I don't wanna stand next to him” The people catch on to the jolly show I am putting on and a good atmosphere arise.

Fragment: I am talking with Lindsey (friend from my time in England) regarding my knowledge on plant life and we walk next to a stream as I identify plants that are edible. She seems more pre-occupied with the pretty plants though.

Non-dream Lucid

15-08-10 Tired after my attempts at WILDing this night I decided to try again during a nap. This is pretty confusing, but I will try and explain it. I think I might have spent a good portion of my dream sleeping, I know this sound obvious but I mean sleeping in the dream while being lucid trying to become lucid(!?!?). I read a guide on how to WILD that Siphorix mentioned in a dream journal I read this morning, while still riding my high from my first WILD attempt (that wasn't or was successful). This mentions 4 steps in the sleep cycle I tried to remember when falling asleep. So when I became numb I remained calm and try to reach stage 4, which I think I might have done. I started rolling over.. in fact I repositioned my body 90 degrees, which I was conscious about being impossible because I have a single bed and with the angle I had I would have had my feet through the wall so I knew I was dreaming alright, but didn't quite dare believe it. I opened one eye and looked to the ceiling, but closed it again swiftly as I was afraid it was premature. At this point I noticed a cool sensation in my body I have never experienced before. I was like my spine was being dragged backwards and forwards over an old school washing board. The friction between this and the bones in my spine caused tremendous heat and this was in no way unpleasant. I decided to risk it all a bit and open my eyes and exit my bed (I did this in a non normal fashion exiting where my head normally is, but remember I had switched by body position 90 degrees). I walked out into my flat and it had a real, REALLY real feel to it, so I decided to do a RC (the first planned reality check I have succeeded with, other LDs have had more of an instant awakening/knowing feel to it). Indeed I observed my hand all blurry and had no way of distinguishing between my fingers. Funny enough I felt a sharp pain in my pinky, which I associated with some recent cuts I got trying to catch a falling kitchen knife (don't ever try that unless you know you are dreaming!!!). However I also knew that these cuts were supposed to be on my right hand, not my left, but I abandoned the thought as I had the confirmation I needed. I decided to do one more by trying to move an empty flower pot via telekinesis, and I noticed I had limited control as the pot started to move, but fell to the floor. I focused up a bit and picked it up mentally and put it back on the shelf. I now noticed that the plants were missing from the shelf. I decided to go outside and find some DCs so I could ask for my dream name. I went to the kitchen and jumped through the window, without opening or breaking it. As I jumped I knew I wouldn't have the ability to fly, but I rested in the fact I wouldn't feel pain from dropping the 10 metres down. It was bright and sunny, like it is IRL and I found a handsome mid thirties woman walking down the street. There were a mother with her kids, but she seemed to distracted to help me out so I went with the woman and asked her “excuse me, this might sound odd, but what is my dream name?” “she replied, well it is the same it is long and confusing” I asked her if she was referring to my real name, but I didn't get the answer before I woke up. So I'll count that goal as attempted, still in progress since I am unaware if my name is “Dennis Spang Vestergaard” or “Long and confusing” ^^. Although it was very short and I had limited control I will consider this my first WILD =P.

15-08-10 1: Very fragmented. I was riding a bike through Hornslet (the town in which I was raised). I am having a conversation with my mum and wonder if she thinks the petrol station will be completely removed, underground tanks and all. I keep riding my bike and at a point, right next to the old Music café, I ride extremely close to my grandfather on my father's side. I ride so close that I end up on a trailer made of egg container cardboard. He tells me with disappointment in his voice that I shouldn't drive as reckless as I am.

2: An old friend of mine (Asbjørn) was at my house playing Starcraft 2 on my old computer and me on my own. We are very close to starting the next semester (now we don't even study together so I probably should have noticed this). We somehow non-verbally agree that we shouldn't take the semester too seriously and focus on playing Starcraft instead. We decided to try and link up the computers, but have trouble finding a network cable long enough. This we eventually sort out by moving the router with a longer power cord instead. There is a shift in the dream and I am now on a bike and I am thinking about actually applying myself for next semester. I notice a trailer parked in the middle of the road and I wonder when a car will find it a nuisance. A car drive up from behind, but makes a turn before the trailer becomes an issue and I notice how the garage opens up with a guy behind a bar. I keep biking and speak to a friend's mother about how difficult it is to bike when you have just returned from summer holidays.

14-08-10 Fragmented stuff, pictures of dragon golems and 7 armies that had to be vanquished. Kept being conscious about dreaming, although in reality I never think I was dreaming in the first place, just basking around in HHs. Tried asking people around for my dream name, but there was no audio what so ever. Gotta say I was drunk to boots yesterday, which might have had an influence on the entire experience. Throughout the series of 'dreams' I felt like someone(thing) was guiding me though..

Non-Lucid
Side Notes

13-08-10 Fragmented stuff only from this night. In one dream I was back at that dreadful marketing job, trying my best to spend as little time on the phones as possible. I was doing the best in terms of time spent on the phones per lead, but I was just not happy. Mark was leading the team and he was shredding people's performance, he acted like a dick. Although right after the shouting he invited the entire team for coffee on him, I sort of missed out on this as I had to explain a couple of things to some clients who loved my little acting. An old school friend of mine (who never worked with me when I lived in England) was stood over the setting really wanting me to explain the quality assurance procedure. After this I walked out into the streets realising that I knew not what coffee shop to go to, it wasn't the usual shop and none of them looked as they used to (I remember feeling a bit suspicious about this, but I managed to find my friends soon after realising this).
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Well after this hell hole, dreaming got a whole lot more interesting..
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I was in some weird house after a party and my family was hungover. My sister requested that I joined her for some Crosby (it wasn't actually that particular show, but this is what she said) Now thinking I am in for a world of hurt she flicks on the telly and they explain their intentions of not only showing the next 6 episodes, but also how they will integrate Lady Gaga's new album into these. Just great, 3 hours of agonizing family entertainment spiced with ear sundering attempts at music are my thoughts at this point. However I quickly realize that the episodes will be centred around a boy-scouts-meet-girl-scouts-camp, which indeed sounds horrible, until I realise that the only rules in the camp are: boys must wear moose hats (lol) and the girls (lead by a brown haired, short Lady Gaga, yummy!!) must wear transparent bikinis and make themselves 'available'. For a short while I shift and I am actually in the camp exploring it myself, which is thoroughly enjoyable, until I shift back. At this point Drew (a good friend of mine who worked in the marketing company mentioned in the previous dream) is also lying watching. We talk about a test I still have to do that he, completed some time back by reading six pages (!?!?). Anyway, dirty as I feel, I decide that I would rather watch this show alone, so I come up with food as a distraction, I go to the fridge and see that there are some sausages and tomatoes which I decide to cook. I ask my sister how many she wants (Neither her nor me question my intentions of eating hot dogs at this point, which is odd considering the fact I am a vegetarian) anyhow she wants six. I go back to the kitchen and realise I am a vegetarian and decided to just go for the tomatoes. I wake up.

On side notes I attempted to WILD last night, and reached a state where the hallucinations were many, but kept getting distracted by some sort of bug (I checked it, and it was actually in the room). I couldn't seem to get past the hallucination point, but I did feel my body slap into a completely relaxed state. At certain points my body would shake violently, but pleasantly (something I have experienced while stoned AND (not simultaneously as I never practice meditation techniques under influence of any kind) when having practised quigong) I can stop these shakes with conscious efforts, but I tend to take an observing role and just let it roll over me. However I had had no sleep prior to these WILD attempts which could explain why I was unsuccessful (I am an utter noob at this though, so this is just way of getting across that I have read the WILD tutorials ^^).

Okies so,

This is the first entry for me here so be gentle, should probably work on shorting down the descriptions a bit, but as I am only getting back into dreamworks (clever ey!) I find it helpful to increase the level of detail I notice, I might start shorting down the forum posts and keep the detailed descriptions to a private journal.

Non-ludic
Ludic
Notes/reflections

12-08-10 Attained lucidity after waking from a dream within a dream. In the first dream I was hearing routine scraping sounds from my living room and I feared these a bit. In fact i feared them so much that I would not go to the kitchen in order to get some water or milk (I knew I had no milk). I decided instead to go to the toilet which was a hotel style toilet (even though it was right next to my room and I have no such toilet I didn't spot the hint) I was sitting in this toilet looking at the details noticing the increased space, but also that there was a sign right next to the toilet that explained what it was in different languages. I returned to my bed and noticed that my duvet was a bit too small that I could somewhat not fit under it and hide from the ghosts of my flat. At this point I woke up (within the dream) and the scraping sound was now louder from the room next door, but this time it was accompanied with a whisper clear in my head and I looked around and saw a transparent face. Now I suspected I was dreaming so got up, confronted the ghost and told him ”you are a spirit, I am dreaming” he tried to talk me out of it, but I tested my thesis by trying to fly, successfully. I landed snapped my fingers and said ”I am dreaming” I awaited a bit to see if the excitement would wake me up, but this waiting a bit seemed to stabilise the dream. I made the face my spirit friend and told him to come along for the ride, saying ”you are created by me”. I went to the corridor of my flat and tried to fly straight through the door, but everything became black as I tried to do so and after another unsuccessful attempt I decided to try the window instead. Here at first I banged my entire body against the glass (without it breaking) and I took a step back, focused and flew straight through the glass without breaking it. My spirit friend was at this point a bit behind me, but since he wouldn't keep up (or I couldn't be bothered keeping creating him) I flew high and low and saw some people on a spot of grass, and landed in front of them. I told them I was dreaming and that they were projected by me and that we should relish the chance to have a party. The scraping sounds had now turned into a full on funky house background theme song that stayed till the end of the dream. I flew down towards the university and a mass of people where gathering, again I told them they were just in my head and they accepted this and things turned riot like, in a good way. A car with some people in it and an angry driver Jacob Kliver, an old football coach of mine approached. He looked angrily at the people in front of him so I flew straight towards the car (to give him the surprise of his life ^^) put my feet first and kicked the window (without breaking it. The car emptied and I picked it up, to the amusement of the crew around me and tried to throw it in a top floor window, I couldn't quite get it to fit although I tried 3 times, but they seemed happy enough that I could throw a car around. However determined to prove that I could achieve some proper stuff I summoned a leather/metal sofa (now getting reminded that telekinesis was also within the realms of reality) picked it up with my mind and planted it halfway through the top window of the building across the road. I flew onwards and decided that I wanted some sexual/romantic action too and wanted to kiss the first girl that turned up, which happened to be a delicate good looking friend of mine reminding me of Sarah. I kissed her, but it was just too wet and I had some fun explaining to the girl that it was probably because I was kissing myself and in an attempt to stick my own tongue down my throat I was drooling all over the place. So I wiped my mouth and flew on without much happening till I got to a night club where I saw Sarah and a guy that had been on a street earlier. The funky house music was now coming from the speakers of the club and we decided to hang out a while. The guy I decided was a pain in the ass and I wanted to erase him, which I couldn't. I had a conversation with the guy about it saying it was funny that I couldn't because in reality he was a projection of my mind (not sure he thought it was funny) they left, after I insisted on getting his name, which he had to tell me twice (Jay 100) and I went to the window and decided to do a full on telekinetic exit I shattered the glass outwards with my mind (explosion style!!) jumped from the window in a huge arc and landed on a radiator on the outside of an adjacent building, to great amusement of some random people passing by (yes it seemed perfectly logical that a radiator would be placed on the outside of a building, at least at the time!). I decided to practice a few dancing moves, but at this point I had some trouble breathing. I took some time to focus and regain my breath, which I did (although I have no idea as to how, when I woke up later I was face down in my pillow). I danced a bit and did some heavenly parcour (spelling?) until I had some trouble breathing again. At this point I became scared thinking I might not wake up even if I was dying because my conscience was not with my body. I demanded to wake up without success, until I decided to close my eyes and focus on my breath (I have only recently tried WILD techniques, unsuccessfully, but apparently they are great for stopping a no longer wanted dream too =P) and woke up, drawing a deep, DEEP breath (after having pulled my face out the pillow).

Notes: This is the second time the presence of a ghost gives me the hint of the fact I am dreaming. This was in fact a wake back to bed attempt as I had been sleeping most of the day after not having slept much yesterday and getting called to work this morning by my dad.

Regarding the content of my dream, the meanings can be interpreted in a standard Freudian manner about desires, fears etc.

Also at some point there were some old school knee pad protectors (brown and fluffy) and I somehow knew I would need them, although they don't figure in the later stages of the dream(s). However I am not sure what dream they figure in.

12-08-10 Fragmented series of dreams. I was somewhere with some friends of mine Kaiser was there. As the end of the trip approached he told me he was looking forward to going to a long planned event with me that I had totally forgotten. Even as he reminded me of the contents of this event I had no recollection of what happened and how I got involved. He later tried to sway me me by having Dukakis on a call and a friend of Duki's asked what and what was happening to me, I believe the place I was supposed to go was Bulgaria. Later on I even took out my calendar flipped through the filled out pages (I should kill myself for not realising this was a dream here, as I oppose diaries and calendars with a passion) and did indeed find the date in mention with a note called “focus fuck” referring to my intentions of participating in this event. I still couldn't remember a damn thing, and although now I was actually getting convinced I had agreed to it, I was sure I hadn't agreed to anything that took place foreignly. When I in the end refused to go, Kaiser was severely disappointed, in fact he was in tears and this touched me. We departed at the train station, actually a hell of a lot of train travelling took place, and I ended up in bulgaria although Kaiser and Duki were not part of this segment of the dream. I met a girl, not a very attractive girl (in fact with a female mustache) but I felt connected to her and I liked her in a non-sexual fashion. We were not able to communicate a lot and therefore we decided to attend a language school together and at this language school the teacher asked who was serious and actually intended on learning something rather than being there to get credits for something. Both her and I decided that we were going to learn the common means of communication. However this never occurred as a demonic (seemed goblin like) police officer turned up in a car outside. He shot the girl in the throat, a fatal wound, and I never managed to catch up with him. I returned to the home of the girl and decided to remain a little longer in the company of her brother. Her brother introduced me to an older brother of his, who had experience and an underground network of people, in fighting supernatural beings. One of these ended up being a warewolf, also a police officer and I was riding a bike with this older brother who told me the gun I had was loaded with silver bullets. I shot this man who was chasing us from the back of the bike, I hit him in the shoulder, but because of the silver bullets this was enough to kill him. As he was dying I noticed that he started to shift (he grew a mean ass set of teeth!) and I also noticed that from the bullet wound a silver coating appeared engulfing the man's shoulder starting from deep within his veins. We returned to the house of the siblings and we went to a field to play some football the two brothers and I (after having ventured on yet another train travel). I somehow had a ticket that would allow me free roaming transport on any train, after having checked this with a controller. In the end I departed and explained to the younger brother of the girl that despite the tragic circumstances I was glad to have gotten to know him better and had a good time. I woke up.

Notes: This is not the first time I have experienced (and missed) trains as a clear dream sign.