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    1. Persistant Nudity

      by , 06-29-2019 at 03:30 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #531 DILD - 8AM

      I am in some shopping center looking at stuff with my wife. There is a guy looking at Halloween costumes next to us but he keep ramming his cart into my leg. I don't do much or get mad. I'm slightly annoyed and I just move. There is some interaction with the cashier and my wife and we somehow get new debit cards. Now I want a new wallet and I start to look for one.

      Suddenly, I realize that I am completely naked. I run out of the store and grab some random items to hide my private parts. I make it to the car and hide for a moment. Some teenager peer in but I have my face covered with a thin material. I wait until they leave and start putting more clothes on.

      When I am decently dressed, I notice the car has rolled out of the parking spot. I make several attempts at parking but the parking gear and emergency brake doesn't seem to keep the car from rolling. I finally stash it an angle in front of the store. I want to go back in because I still want a wallet.

      I get out of the car but my wife is coming out; done shopping. I tell her what I am doing while awkwardly getting a pair of sandals on. They are muddy. There is a lot of rain water flowing down from and inside corner of the L shape in the building lay out. I go to was my feet but end up letting the water flow on my head and body like a shower. I see my feet and sandals are clean so I step out only to notice that I am completely naked again. I look out into the parking lot and see a nude woman laying across a sports car feeling her breast and looking at me. I choose to ignore her.

      All of this is too much and I now know that I am dreaming. My first instinct is to get dressed. I struggle with the clothing then realize it doesn't matter. I can either go naked or just mentally fast-forward past the physical effort of getting dressed. I tell my self that I am dressed and confidentially walk in the store. I see my reflection in the glass of the sliding doors. It looks like I am at least wearing shorts. I look down and now I am wearing a long shirt. Good enough.

      Not knowing what else to do, I decide to go ahead and look for the wallet. Unfortunately the dream starts to fade. I struggle for visual clarity and now the store has turned into a version of a large church from childhood. There is a kid with me. Seems like it's KW. I hear singing. It sounds like my sister N. We try to follow the voice but the church is turning into a confusing maze. The dream starts to fade and KW say no lets interact and he starts beating a rhythm on walls and pews as we pass them. I do the same. It helps for a while but the dream continues to fade out.


      Other dreams:

      1) I have a horribly clumsy time cleaning the litter box. Stuff ends up everywhere and somehow I have litter grit in my mouth. I am really annoyed and grossed out.

      2) I am driving my truck into my drive way at my house. I'm thinking making a turn round spot in part of the yard. I decide to drive it to see. Seems good but I back out and now I am at a place I liked in as a teen in TX. I turn the car around and realized I hit something. I look there is some random T-posts and a lot of thorny vines. The trees seem to close in on me. I think my dad really needs to get out here and cut this crap with me.I see something else and notice that I took out the entire gas meter. There is natural spewing out from a now single broken pipe coming out of the ground. I marvel how that was even possible but rush to shut the truck off to avoid an explosion. I run in the house to tell my dad. He takes his sweet time calling the gas company then hangs up. Oops that's the wrong number. He starts slowing typing in search on the computer to find the number. I say you know what I'm just calling 911. I dial and then I wake up.
      Tags: naked
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    2. The a-MAZE-ing Woman

      by , 05-15-2019 at 06:19 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #527 DILD

      I am standing in the kitchen and for some crazy reason my little boy gives me a container with a bit of cannabis in it. I quickly hide it in an extra pocket in my shorts before my wife sees and freaks out. While doing so, I notice one of my fingers looks really short and stubby. I immediately recognize this as a dream sign and become lucid. My son asks why my finger looks like that and I tell him its my dream finger. He then runs off outside.

      I walk into the living and see my wife laying sexily on the couch. I suddenly get the urge and we have crazy dream sex until I wake up.


      #528

      I am in a strange hatchback at the gas station. I notice there is some crazy looking tail fin thing on the back of the car. There is no gas cap anywhere. I find it in the back passenger seat floor. The gas tank fills up crazy fast. I comment on it and my wife says its not that fast. The pump clicks off. I let it settle and go for a little more. Gas spews out all over the floor board. It smells but not too bad. We leave with the windows down talking about how crazily made this rental car is. There is some strange issue with the seat belts and somehow throw the whole thing to the back. We laugh about seatbelt laws and I say something about how we should just wrap ourselves with bubble wrap all the time.

      Suddenly, I am flying down a long corridor with infinite intersections at high speed. Each wall has a simple red painting and the walls are a mauve color. Suddenly, I get it. I tell my wife this is a strange dream I am having. We are walking now. I tell her again, mostly for myself, "This is a dream. It's a dream." Her DC seems a little dumb and I want to be alone. I point and tell her to do down a hallway and then turn left. She runs down and turns right. I say, "Nope other left.", but she doesn't hear me. I shrug and walk the other way.

      I ask myself what do I want to do with this dream. "Explore." It's like I am in a huge maze that doesn't make sense but the colors are vivid and amazing. There are so many mirrors now on each wall. I look at myself. I look like a young woman who's face continues to change rapidly. I'm slightly annoyed to be a woman but I don't fight it. Then my reflection actually starts to look sexy and begins doing all the things women do to look hot in selfies. I say, "OOOOO I'm a woman." I touch my lips and my face. I'm attracted to myself. Then I turn old and grey. I say, "Well now I'm an old woman." I lose interest and walk way.

      I want out of the maze now so I climb a wall. The going is very awkward and my right foot never leaves the ground. I feel the sensation of my whole leg stretching out. The whole time I hear the Mission Impossible Theme Song. I whistle to it. When I reach the top, I have to concentrate on returning to normal size. I stand at the top of the maze looking out as far as I can. It's getting dark. I wonder where my wife went to and try to spot her. Suddenly, the dream fades. I lay in bed for a few moments trying to reenter but it's no bueno.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    3. Father-In-Law

      by , 03-11-2019 at 01:15 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #525 DILD

      I am looking through some stuff in a large wooden chest. My father-in-law has something hidden but I can't find it. I come down from the attic and tell him that he did a good job hiding it because I can't seem to find it. Looking at him it dawns on me that I am dreaming because he has recently passed away in waking life. There are many emotions flowing through me and I telling about something I know about that I can't mention here. He's about to lose his mind that I know what I know so I then tell him that he's dead. I tell him all I know about his death. I tell him its ok. He doesn't take it very well. He seems surprised by it. I tell him that I love him and I'm sorry that I never told him that. I tell him that I miss him so much and that I am sorry he's gone. I lose the dream as it fades away and I wake up.

      #526 DILD

      The next night my father in law is going on about some kind of special bucket to some person. I walk up to him and he sees me. It's like he knows now and he says "Hey buddy!" with so much love and compassion. Everything comes flooding back and I know I am dreaming. Unfortunately I wake up almost immediately.
      Tags: fatherinlaw
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    4. Trippy Mutil FAs

      by , 02-19-2019 at 03:13 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #524

      I don't quite recall this perfectly nor am I sure what triggered lucidity but I'll try to put the pieces together.

      I think how it started is with me noticing something about a FA making me wonder if I was dreaming. I do my fave RC, the nose plug, and announce that I am dreaming. Something about saying that and it being true filled me with that old feeling of amazement and wonder. Every time I say this throughout the rest of the dream I am filled with the same feeling.

      I don't do much because I keep falling back into FA but somehow I keep catching on to it. I don't know how many time I work up to realize it was a dream but I feel like it happened a lot. Maybe that's a false feeling but it seems true.

      I remember that at some point I watch a dream materialize from darkness. I rub my hands together and examine them for stability. I look around at several people staring at me. It looks like I am in a classroom. I tell them all that I am dream. All of this is a dream. You are in a dream. Some look at me with blank expressions some of them look at me like I am crazy. I tell them I will prove it by putting my finger through my hand. It almost works but doesn't quite get there. I try to think of it as reaching through empty space. I doesn't quite work to my satisfaction. I tell them maybe this is a bad example.

      I recall another time of trying to phase through a glass or mirror.

      At one point I clap my hands for stability and am momentarily fooled by an FA. I realize I have been moaning (perhaps not I don't know. I have recorded myself on my sleep app moaning so who knows lol). I think I must have woke my wife. She tells me I was clapping and talking in my sleep. Then I think nope this is typical FA stuff. I never act out my dreams. I relax and see a kaleidoscope of psychedelic geometry and color. I enjoy this for as long as it lasts. I don't know how long. Maybe I lost lucidity for a moment. Maybe not.

      I now I am walking someplace. I explore my surroundings. I don't quite recall what it was. I continue to tell people I am dreaming but they don't respond. I don't really care. There was more but I forget.


      I finally wake up for real ( I think) and I feel uncomfortable so I roll to my side. I am confinement I'll renter the dream state lucidly but unfortunately I don't recall anything after that.
    5. Snoring to Soaring

      by , 06-10-2018 at 04:48 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #522 - OBE - 12:20

      Sometimes I really feel like I have some sort of sleep disorder. I fall asleep for about 1 hour and then find myself staring at some strange red light. I think I am dreaming at first but quickly realize I am looking at the alarm clock half sitting up. It's super weird but I shake it off and try to go back to sleep. Sadly for me, my wife is intermittently snoring and begins to drive me crazy. I keep nudging her to get her to stop long enough for me to fall back to sleep but it's not working out.

      Some time passes; not much, hell, I didn't know any time passed until I hear the snoring again. I nudge her but this time when my hand touches her it feels really numb and soft. I almost immediately recognize this as the dream state so I test it. For reason I think slap her leg and pinching her would be the best way to check. Luckily, I was in deed in a SP/dream state and not waking life. Not that I have confirmed this, I am briefly annoyed that I still hear her snoring and I'm unable to try to stop her. Once, I decide it's best to focus on getting out of body, the snoring stops.

      There is a little resistance but I manage to exit. I float out of the bedroom and see a white mass of something in the living room. I think it's something ghostly at first but once I decide it must be my dog she takes shape. She gives a soft bark and uncharacteristically nips at my feet. I decide to just bring her along with me. I take her by the collar and walk her to the other side of the house. All the while she is annoyingly nipping at my legs and feet. I find that confusing but just ignore it. Once I open the back door, I let her lose. She runs off and it feels good because she is always trying to go running outside but we can't let her do that in waking life.

      I turn and run toward our field outback. There is a vivid green treeline in the distance with super bright blue cloudless sky. I say, "Oh wow!". It's just so beautiful and amazing thats is a dream. I run faster and stretch out my arms. I effortlessly soar into the sky. I feel the wind blow around me and I hear the rush of speed in my ears. I lose visual at that point but I don't care. I just close my eyes and soar with the air currents taking me where it wants. I feel so light and free and at peace. I dip down and back up and do lazy barrel rolls. My vision is in and out but I just focus on the feeling more than anything. At some point I dip down into the ground and flow through it like its water. I can actually see layers of rock and dirt and then I come back up like a fish jumping out of the water.

      Suddenly I feel as if I have opened my physical eyes. I am back in bed. I am not sure if I have woken up. I am overwhelmed with good emotions at what just happened that I wipe my face with my hands. I see my fingers form a geometric pattern from 4 or 5 sets of hands. Yeah, I'm still dreaming. I move my hands back down but it just looks like my normal dark room. The geometric finger patterns were cool so I try it again. My subC does not disappoint. I enjoy the trippy show as I feel a surge of energy pulse through my body. I notice it is in sync with a spinning kaleidescope of geometric finger shapes. I think I must be having a DMT release. It's awesome.


      After a few moments I lose my focus and have a FA. I am trying to clear my throat and it turns into loudly coughing up a lugie. My wife sets up and looks at me super annoyed. I think that she has nothing to be upset about after all that snoring.
    6. The Shrink

      by , 05-29-2018 at 07:50 PM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #521 - DILD

      I am in a version of a childhood friendís house. I keep noticing these strange sores on my arms. Every time I look they have a new sore that starts trailing up more and more. At some point I go into total anxiety panic mode. I stumble into something like a hotel lobby full of people. I fall to my hands and knees and there is a pause. A peace comes over me and I gently float into a chair. There is a black haired woman across from me who was very animated in conversation, but now she has fallen into a trance.
      A psychiatrist appears and starts talking to me (Iím not sure I how I know his profession). I ask him about the people in the room and he says,
      ďThey donít know because, they donít knowĒ.
      For some reason this is an extremely profound bit of wisdom to me. ďAh yes! They are dream characters!Ē
      Now fully lucid I decide to play with this knowledgeable dream character and start asking a lot of questions. I ask about the sores on my hands and he tells that I need to rid myself of that demon. I feel some initial fear but then calm myself and argue with him that I donít believe in such things and I am not into religion. I forget what all was said after that but my keto diet was brought into it and I think maybe my demon was my struggle with such a restrictive diet plan (I have been struggling with electrolyte issues and energy levels as an long distance endurance runner in waking life and have been considering dropping the diet plan).
      We continue conversation, but I get distracted by the fact I am still in a lucid dream and for some reason holding that amount of focus is getting unbearable. I lose lucidity a bit and go back to worrying about the sores on my arms. I wake up shortly after that.
      Categories
      memorable , lucid
    7. Refreshed

      by , 10-30-2017 at 02:30 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #516 - OBE - 3:00AM

      I find myself just chilling in a quasi-SP space in deep thought. Suddenly it occurs to me to try to have an OBE. I feel vibrations as I deepen my relaxation and focus my awareness. In a few seconds I transition and swim away into the void. I need some visualization so I imagine swimming in water. I am in a deep pool with distorted sunlight filtering. A deep feeling of joy and peace washes over me. I stay here for as long as I can. I wake up remembering that we are more than our physical bodies.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    8. Zombear

      by , 06-16-2017 at 04:41 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #510ĖDILD-1:30AM

      There is a large brown bear that was sort of a pet but itís now becoming too aggressive. It wants in the house but I wont let it. I see itís face pressed against the kitchen window then pawing at the back door. Itís going to destroy my house so I decide itís time to get the hunting rifle. I load strange looking bullets into the gun. I note the bullets look awfully odd but assume it will work. I go out back and see the bear in out field. My kids appear and I tell them Alysha will just have to understand that I have no choice. I aim and the scope looks all weird but I fire anyway. Iím surprised the sound was so quiet. Looks like a miss so I try again. This time the gun fires 5 or 6 shoots at an incredible rate. The recoil throws my off balance. I look in the scope again and the bear is cut into a bloody mess.

      I noticed there were some wolves with the bear earlier so I figure I need to see why. I go around front and find a pelt of some animal under the front deck and decide that must be attracting them. I drag the pelt to the road and toss it across into the ditch. I am walking back to the house and spot the bloody bear in the back. I think I should dispose of the carcass as well. That's when I see it get up and start charging at me. I think werebear though its more of a zombie bear. It seems bigger now with massive tusk like teeth. It's charging fast on its hind legs. I am terrified looking for a way out. This is were I suddenly become lucid.

      I smile and tell the bear to bring it on while I stand there waiting. When it is close enough I punch it straight in the chest and send it flying high into the sky.

      I look down and see the bear charging at me again. It looks more humanoid this time and just as monstrous. I smile and stand my ground. Again I send it flying only to meet another. The next one looks more like a mass of blue plastic that mildly resembles the beast from before. I am still not worried. I put a shoulder down and charge back at it giving it a massive shoulder check sending the beast again high into the sky. I watch it get smaller and smaller. Then it stops, hovers and forms into a ball. I force push it to send it on a little more. There is something like streaks of blue magic like when a Jedi would use force push. I say, "Now your are a balloon." The beast ball calmly floats higher and higher until I can no longer see it. The beast does not return.

      I shout, "Whooo Hooo! Yeah! I love this!" I am happy about my victory but also very excited to be in a lucid dream. I start toward my house to find something else to do, but the dream feels finished and I wake up.


      I try to recall the dream but quickly find myself in FA. Canis Lucidus is doing dishes, scrubbing one of my pots. Some how the scrubbing action is tickling me and in the FA I wake up laughing because of this. This scene quickly fades and I wake for real.
    9. Goverment Shared Dream Project

      by , 04-20-2017 at 12:43 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #508 - DILD (IDWILDish) - 1:23AM

      Started taking a new muscle relaxer for my RLS so I don't have to take Kratom all the time. Dose was cut in 1/4 of 500mg pill. This may or may not have played a part in such a crazy ass dream.

      BTW before anyone judges me... I took no sides in the last presidential elections in the US.


      I am orbiting Earth in some open glass vehicle with a team of 3 or 4 people. We are talking about a one world government and I suggest we need to all unite but be careful that it's not a dictatorship. I tell them we need a president of Earth and it's needs to purely be a democracy. While we talk I am somehow wrapping saran wrap around the Earth with enormous strips (saving the Earth?).

      There's a weird segment where someone gets me tangled in an orb or saran wrap with ocean water around me. I feel claustrophobic so I tear my way out of it. There are then some jumbled images and I am now held hostage by a government entity along with my team. We are some place in the woods and men in black military garb are holding my right arm down on a stone table. I see the others are getting injected with some sort of brown liquid. I look down at my own arm again see a needle so in. Somehow I know it's pure DMT. I panic and ask if I am about to trip. When no one answers, I am assume this is what is really happening to us. I calm myself and decide to try to enjoy the ride rather than have a bad trip in the middle of the woods with my kidnappers. There is a warming sensation in my body and I close my eyes and just let go.

      I am in another place and instantly lucid. I know I am in a dream now, but still totally believe the backstory. I am in some abandoned building and it feels like a projection of the future. There is a newpaper of Hilary Clinton's face on the front cover and the headlines read, "QUEEN HILARY". I look and see the others from my team are with me as well as the guy in black that injected us. Someone suggests that this is whats going to happen if we don't stop her. Instead of President Earth we will have Earth Queen Hilary. That's when Donald Trump step past me and gives me a worried and defeated grin. I just kind of roll my eyes at him and walk into the next room.

      This is a big open room with a desk and the man in black uniform is standing there like he's about to begin some sort of meeting with us. There is a lot of talking about everything that is happening and I find myself in awe that we are all in a shared lucid dream induced by DMT. I think it must have been a really high dose to make this happen. I make several comments about all of this but everyone is talking over me and I can't tell if they even heard me or whats being said.

      That's when I realize that Bazil was with us but for some reason he didn't make it into the dream with us. I say this out loud and then turn to a guy that looks just like Bazil. I suggest that we should share code words and say them back to each other when we wake up to make sure this really happened (Dream logic ). My word for him is 'potato' and his reply is 'death threats'. It seems a big ominous, but I shrug it off. Some younger woman or girl wants in on what we are doing. I tell her that this is getting to be all too much and I want to remember the code words. However she is very persistent so I give in just to keep my mind clear. I tell her that her word is 'carrot', but I am not able to remember her reply because I really start feeling overwhelmed.

      Then chaos breaks out and we all start practicing dream control and battling each other. Some woman with purple hair is attacking me from a distance. There is a strong wind and she floats up with purple fire in each hand. I try to use some magic at her first, but I can't summon anything up. I comment how I always have issue with this kind of dream control.

      Suddenly, Newt Scamander appears out of a portal to my right and flicks his wand at me. I am hit directly in the abdomen and I laugh. I tell him I can't be hurt in a dream as I run past him teasing him.
      Bellatrix Lestrange yells at me from a balcony above and shouts, "How do you know [it can hurt you]? How big is it now?"
      Worried, I look at down at myself and wave my hands in a fashion over my crotch to create some sort of spell-canceling effect. I know she's probably just mocking me, but I want to be sure. I bother checking; I just have to believe my magic works, but works just a little differently.

      I walk back to the man in black. I notice it's very windy again. The man is still patiently standing there like he's ready to begin something. I say that we need to get to the point of this whole thing because this dream is starting to get a little unstable. The wind increases, but the man just stands there looking at me. Suddenly, the dream dims away and I wake up feeling thoroughly surprised to be in my own bedroom.

      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    10. From The Buick

      by , 03-21-2017 at 04:22 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #506 - DEILD - 12:11AM

      I have a moment where I am in between dream and wake. I'm not quite sure if it's another In-Dream-WILD or an actual DEILD. I relax and rely on "muscle memory" to effortlessly transition.

      Apparently, my alternate self has been sleeping the back of a 50's model Buick. I am in some show room full of classic cars. Not being particularity interested, I pass them by and enter a big open room like some sort of carpeted gymnasium. The place feels familiar like something from my past. I am so excited to be in a lucid dream that I let out a big whooping shout as I explore the area.

      There is a spot with some benches and I see my mother sitting there. Next my younger sister and my brother materialize in adjacent seats. We've had tensions in waking life and I feel the desire to avoid them, but I decide they showed up for a reason. I approach them all and for some reason, I great them with a handshake. No one speaks so I feel like I don't have to deal with whatever my subC is throwing at me. I move on....
      "Hey Mike." It's my sister.
      I sigh and turn around, "What do you want?"
      My sister blandly states that my mother 'really wants my company'. I guess really need to call my parents in waking life. I nod and turn to the spot where my mother is setting, but she has vanished. Sweet, I don't have to talk to some robotic representation of my family anymore. I'm totally off the hook here! As I rush away from the area the dream fades.

      I remain focused and transition back into the dream state actively climbing back out that same Buick. This time the cars disappear and I am some cheaply rendered deep space nebula field. I move on and I renter the gymnasium. This time the dream fades for good.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    11. Trippin on SP

      by , 03-17-2017 at 03:12 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #505 - DIELD - 3/13/17

      I am walking my back field and find all sorts of berries growing. Blueberry, blackberry and something that looks like small apples but I think they are grapes. I sample one and note how sour it is.

      I wake a little and try to DEILD but think I am sitting in a chair facing an odd part of the living room. I try to WILD though I am dreaming (one of my famous in dream WILDS!) I hear T from work and expect to see her but remember it's just WILDing noise. I don't want to see T anyway. I feel deep relaxation some over me and I sink out of the chair.

      Suddenly, I feel like I am laying on the couch. I open my physical eyes and find myself in SP. Movement of the ceiling fan spells out random words that I can't focus on enough to read. I hear something like cartoon music. I close my eyes and open them to see cartoon images in black outline. First its dopey dog's face that becomes a repeating pattern on the ceiling. The images spin and I close my eyes. I open them again and see a ninja turtle cartoon in the same manner. I always feel like SP is a type of psychedelic experience so I just take a moment to enjoy tripping in the dream state. I can hear my wife snoring but wonder why since I am on the couch. I hope her snoring hasn't got that loud. I have various geometric patterns swimming in front of me though my eyes are closed now. My body feel like it is floating. There is a rhythm to it like I am riding waves. My head begins to wobble. My hands feel numb and I realize I am sleeping with my hands up near my face. I chose to ignore this.

      After what feels like a really long time, I decide to try to transition OBE style. There is some resistance, but I manage to move out without too much trouble. I start to walk to the bedroom door, but see a strobe light from behind me. I turn around, but it is dark now. I decide to peak at my sleeping self, but see my wife and son there only. They are both on there backs but my son is sleeping perfectly lined up on top of my wife. Then they disappear and reappear in rhythm from left to right and back again. This is dissenting so I turn away. The bathroom light is now on so I go in there. The door is a sliding door and warps and bends as I open it.

      The bathroom is brightly lit but my vision is extremely distorted like I am viewing the dream through a convex lens. I try to look around but my peripheral vision is motion blurred in long streaks. This is also disorienting so I move out the other bathroom door into the hallway and into the kitchen. I wonder what I will do in this dream and hope I don't wake up too soon. Bad thought. Suddenly I can't move for several moments. I try to be patient and wait, but that's when the dream fades away.


      REM atonia is the same as SP. I've talked to sleep researchers and scientists face to face on this subject and they all say it's the same thing.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    12. V's Soapy Crotch

      by , 03-07-2017 at 04:29 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #504 - DILD - 3:20AM

      V is at my house. He's afraid of something. He mentions something about holding a lot of drugs. I ask about a certain purchase but he becomes more agitated and says he can't sell or get rid of the drugs because they will get him. I let the subject go.

      For some reason we lay down to sleep on the floor and he's way too close to for my liking. I feel like all of this is very odd and I almost start wondering if I am dreaming, but I hear an alarm clock. I get up and have some confusion about the time and stress that we need to hurry because we will be late for work. Some random woman gets up from the other side of V and gives me a friendly, but timid smile. I wonder who she is, but become distracted again when my mother approaches me, wearing a Starbuck's apron. She looks thinner and way younger. Something still feels off, but I don't have time to think it through.

      She gets in close and says, "You know, your brother is a douche-bag." This is way out of character for her and I feel confusion. All I can say is, "Yeah".
      I don't say it but I think, "we're all douche;bags; It runs in the family, mom."
      She turns away to a table with customers. I look around and see that I am in some diner or, apparently, coffee shop. My brother's wife is behind a counter and looks annoyed. I figure she must have heard what my mom said. Then, I see my brother taking a tray of coffees to a table of waiting customers across the room. I ask my mom why they are working here. She say's my brother has (something) illness.
      I ask, "So, he just moved and started working here? Why!?"
      Mom replies something, but I don't quite hear her. I am still trying comprehend the idea of my brother and his wife quitting their careers, moving halfway across the U.S., and taking up working at Starbucks over some mysterious illness to even listen to an explanation.

      Ok I have got to be dreaming. I do a nose plug as I turn to look back at my mom and blow clean through. YES! As I take my hand from my nose, I feel something like a cat rubbing the back of my right leg. I look, but there is no cat. In fact my foot is wedged right in V's naked crotch! I look up at him and we are in some bathroom. Luckily, V is clothed in a very thick layer of soap bubbles. We share a moment of him squeezing my foot into his crotch with his thighs while flexing both arms, smiling at me. I shout, "WHOA! OK NOW! THIS IS TOO MUCH! I AM OUT OF HERE!" Being lucid I know I can just walk right out of this situation and not look back and that's exactly what I did.

      As I enter the next room, I remember that I have been wanting to do some LD swordplay. The room is full of junk and I rummage around a bit, but my search is fruitless. I decide to blind summon a sword from around a large cardboard box, but only pull out a rubber bicycle grip. I decide to search the walls and something with a gold handle catches my eye; a sword. Nope, too swords. As I get close I notice they are way too tiny for me to have any fun. So, I decide to fake it. I take a sword, slap it on my left side, and draw it out with expectation of a full sized sword. Nope. It looks more like a letter opener than a sword. Out of ideas, I wonder into another room, but the dream quickly fades away.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
    13. Not My House

      by , 11-22-2016 at 04:13 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #501-DILD-4:00AM

      Well this should make up a little for the last few LDs; really vivid and stable.

      I am in some strange house back in town. I see my Father and and wife milling about. Then we are in a car looking at the house. Neighbor's are outside staring at us. I think how this is all wrong. We live out of town now. I hate this. Then we are back in the living room. I am still perplexed why I am living in town, but then it dawns on my that this has to be a dream.

      I immediately remember the lucid task to put my head through the floor. I kneel down and take a moment to stabilize visually. I pay close attention to my hands and the carpet. The texture is very vivid and the color is something like faded dingy mauve. It looks like someone needs to vacuum or, perhaps, shampoo. I go ahead and start pushing my heading into the floor. It feels a little like jello then solid wall. I try several times and stop when I realize and I not thinking about it the right way. This is more like phasing. I think to reach through like its an open window. Suddenly, There is an electronic whoooomp sound and a space opens up for my head and I peak into the sub-flooring. Of course, it's pitch black so I snap my fingers and create a flash light with my index finger. ET phone home? I am a little shocked how well my dream control it. Darkness it always a struggle for me, but everything is now brightly lit.

      There seems to be a space of a few feet deep in here and directly in front of me is a mirror. I look into it and see my face is just a skull is with frame around it. I giggle at the oddity and then look around some more. The area is dirty with a few pieces of scattered trash. I try to take mental note of each piece but quickly realize it's a waste of time.

      I stand up and now my head is poking out the top of the roof. I go ahead and climb up and see one of the neighbors taking out the trash. I tell him he's not my real neighbor and that I don't live here. He asks why and I say that it's because I don't like him. Then for some reason, I jump down and hit him with both feet. As I do, he grows like Jake the Dog and pushes me back up on the roof. Everything is getting weird and I realize that I am loosing focus. I decide to go ahead and wake up so I don't lose lucidity and forget the dream.

      Updated 11-22-2016 at 04:17 AM by 5967

      Categories
      lucid , memorable , task of the month
    14. Sex and Darkness

      by , 01-05-2016 at 02:14 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      #482 - DEILD - 4:11AM

      I have a false awakening where there is some sort of party going on in my bedroom with the guys from work. There's some issue with the Playstation and I have to sort it out. I am a little annoyed they were being so loud and woke me up but I manage to go back to sleep.

      I wake slightly and move just a bit to get more comfortable and focus on DEILD. There are some very mild vibrations and I get too caught up in focusing on that causing my lucidity to dip a bit.As I wait, my wife rolls over closer and starts making out with me. I'm really enjoying this and wonder if she's woke up wanting to do it or if I am really just dreaming. Either way I don't care and just enjoy the moment. She starts talking about wanting sex and some other things that surprise me a little. I think this is probably a dream and while I ponder that I actually hear her begin to snore. I realize she can't possibly be making out with me and snoring at the same time and my full lucidity returns. Unfortunately my wife begins to toss and turn a bit and it totally wakes me up.

      After she settles down, I try to DEILD again only to fail. I am in the living room painting a mural on the wall. I am working painting a man and I keep having trouble with the white beard. I manage to get it to look right, but when I look away to reload my brush, the different color have blended together too much. I step back to the whole picture and I notice different sections that don't go. The man is too small and standing in trees and on the other end someone has painted furniture. I give up and tell myself I'll have to just paint over the whole and start fresh later. I decide to go back to bed for now and when I lay down thinking about all of this, I realize it's a dream.

      It's really dark now and my wife is talking a bunch of nonsense. It's so distracting that I can't even think. I shout, "SHUT UP!" Shocked at my out burst I wait for her to retaliate, but she is now silent. I chuckle a bit and wonder if I said that in my sleep because it sounded so loud and clear. I shout out again wondering if maybe I really am awake. I do a nose plug and blow through so I get up, but it all feels to real. I fall back into bed and then decide to just go for it. I get up and move out of the bed room in the total darkness. I shout, "HEY DREAM!" and then fall into an abyss. I enjoy the sensation of falling for a few seconds and then hit the floor. I realize I am back in the bedroom. It's still too dark, but I can see that much. I recall the make out session from earlier and find my wife. I'll spare the details, but I decided to have raunchy sex with my wife. It's a pretty lengthy segment for a lucid dream. Some how we move around the room this is all happening and end up in the bathroom. I notice the woman has shifted from looking like my wife to looking like some other woman. I really just want my wife, but realize this is the nature of dreams.

      I stand up in the bathroom and notice is nearly totally dark again. I recall a trick I was told about and blind summon a light from my pocket. I get some light when I flick it, but see some hideous monster with giant eyes looking at me. I put away the lighter and blindly punch at the creature as I move back into the bedroom. I quickly decide to forget I saw that and just wondering into the dining room. I try light switches and even find a huge breaker box. I flip all the switches, but I still can't see. I'm starting to get annoyed now and desperately look for any light source. I notice the fridge is open a bit and light is spilling out of it. I open and study the food items but they all look oddly distorted. I go back into the dining room and see a super bright light coming from a bowl on the table. It's too bright to look at, but only dimly lights the room. I get on the floor and study the wood grain for a bit to stabilize. Now the kitchen light is all the way on so I rush to it. When I get there the room distorts and morphs and the dream fades.

      I find myself back in bed looking at my phone. I have a snapchat text open. It's mostly non letter characters, but there is one sentence. "Fell a distance of ooooooohhhhh". I laugh decide it's a log of what happened to me during the earlier part of my dream. I scroll down but the phone zooms into much to see it all and bar of black makes it hard to see. I notice I scrolled past the word "sex", but can't seem to find it again. I've been taking screenshots of all of this hoping that somehow it will be on my phone when I wake up, but I know deep down it wont. Too bad.


      Now my daughters come in the room and for some reason this is so distracting that I loose all lucidity. They have swollen sores on there legs and my wife says it has to be bed bugs bites. Somehow I doubt it, but I get up and doctor their wounds anyway. After I do that my wife gets ready to leave and says she needs to take them someplace and she will be right back. I'm confused, but just say, "Ok." Then my son wakes up and runs into the room crying for her. I say, "Oh look. Mohinder woke up." That's not even close to his actual name, but in the dream I don't even find this odd. I have to hold him so my wife can leave out the front door. It's at this point that I wake up.
    15. Mexican Classical

      by , 01-05-2016 at 01:35 AM (Xanous' Dream Journal)
      Wow I've been in a bit of a slump and haven't had very many lucids due to my hectic work/life schedule that's been causing me sleep deprivation. I think it's calming down now, so I need to catch up on the DJ especially after this morning. It's not that I've been totally dry, just really slow on the LD's. I've actually had several lucid moments the past month, but they are hardly worth mentioning now.

      #481 - DILD - 4:00am (December 14, 2015)

      There is something about a dude dying his hair then the scene morphs into me standing in a street in my underwear in some suburban area. There is a man talking on the phone with me as I watch a car park on the street with it's headlights lighting up the night. The man on the phone is saying something about a Japanese ghost. I feel some fear so I go into the house I am standing in front of. The phone conversations gets really weird and I hear a third voice talking. Something feels off and I tell them about it on the phone. No one answers and I begin to wonder if I am the ghost. No, that's not it. I now realize that I am actually dreaming.

      I look around the house. There is an open floor plan for the living room and kitchen divided by a bar/island and dining table behind that. I wonder into the kitchen and see the back wall is huge pane glass with a sliding glass patio door. It's too dark outside but I see the interior of the house reflecting back at me. I see a man pass by and disappear into the hallway on the opposite side. Also there is Tonya, a coworker from waking life, standing there looking at me. For some reason I turn around and randomly start doing dishes as I try to think what I want to do. I notice this but don't mind since it's preventing the dream from becoming stagnant and crashing. However, doing dishes in a lucid dream is really boring. Just do something cool.

      I look to the opposite wall and see a huge mirror. I immediately charge over there and effortlessly phase through it into a different house. It looks like a mostly white bedroom, including the walls, carpet and bedspread. There is an acoustic guitar on a stand in the corner of the room. I pick it up and start strumming and figuring the few chords I know. The song is a beautiful Mexican classical and I just play away until I wake up.
      Categories
      lucid , memorable
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