Thread: Phayden's Story

High School Treck - September 19 2005

I’m at a school café. I have just been informed that I have got the job. Apparently the other employee that I’m replacing recently died. The other employee was a old school friend of mine, Leah. I exit the café with friend, but I am not sure who. We go to the parking lot and get in a silver car; I am driving. My friend tells me this is Leah’s old parking spot, and we should drive out like she use to. I agree; I want to show my respects. As I start backing up my old co-worker Curt comes screeching up and blocks me in. He is in a jet-black jeep. I turn around and look at him; he gives me a smirk. He was a woman in the seat next to him. Is he trying to impress me/show off? He then drives off. I finish backing up, and my friend tells me we have to drive out of the parking lot like Leah use to. I agree. I ask if she drove out on the right hand side, and my friend says yes. We seem to be in the school’s underground parking lot. As we go up a ramp, a lady cross’ in front of us. I come to a complete stop, she waves in apology and we continue on. As we emerge from the parking lot we are at the front of the school, and there are many people outside. I start driving through the group of people; they have all just graduated. I have to honk the horn to clear a path for the car. Someone in the crowd yells at me in defiance. I’m feeling rather silly driving through this crowd; all attention is on me.

Scene shift…

I am walking down the school hallway. My friend is still following me. As I get to the end of the hallway. A DC comes running up from behind me grabbing my shoulders and swings me around. He stares into my eyes and says, “You have the most beautiful eyes”. His partner who he left behind to catch up with me arrives. They both continue up the stairs ahead of me arm in arm. I don’t know what to make of what just happened, I’ve never thought of my eyes as being extremely beautiful. I thought his where nicer than mine; bright green and sparkling. I turn right down another hallway and see a chair with wheels on it. One of those chairs you can roll around on. I run and jump into it, but it doesn’t slide anywhere. I did this right past a classroom that had a glass window you could see out of into the hallway. Everyone inside is laughing at me. Either the teacher or friend behind me says, “They replaced all the rolling chairs in the school”. I’m embarrassed by this; I’ve yet again made a fool of myself. I continue down the hallway and find what I believe to be my old English classroom from high school. I am now alone, and find my friend Spenser in the classroom. I ask him what time it is, and he points to a clock on the wall. The time is 10:20 A.M. I now realize that I am waiting to start work in the evening, which is why I am wandering around. Spenser and I continue talking, but I’m not sure about what. I decide to leave and walk around for awhile. Just as I am leaving I tell Spenser I hate English. He thinks this is absurd, commenting, “That’s pretty stupid, considering you speak it with everyone else”. I continue out of the classroom and down the hallway.

Scene shift…

I am at a corner of the school where all the student lockers are. I decide to look for my old locker. As I come to where mine should be, it’s not the right number. The number read “477”. Walking back I find a candy rack, and fix my eyes on some wine gums. They are £3/ea. I don’t want to pay that much. I look to a package of sour wine gums beside them, same price. I finally reason that the bag is big enough to be spending £3, and take the sour wine gums. As I head to the cashier I decide I don’t want the sours ones, so I go with the original. At first I can’t find the cashier, because she is hidden behind another candy rack ahead of me. When she rings it in the total comes to £1.80. I know this is wrong, but I don’t say anything. She looks at the price and isn’t sure if it is correct, but decides that she doesn’t care.

Scene shift…

I find myself in a storage area of the school. As I am walking through I remember I am suppose to meet someone. I think the reason I am in the storage room is to pick something up for the person I am suppose to meet, but I can’t remember what.

Scene shift…

I am standing in front of the school reception. The receptionist is a huge African lady with gigantic boobs. They are almost poking me in the face. As I am about to ask where the person is who I am suppose to be meeting, an Asian lady comes running up and pushes me out of the way. She asks a question in Japanese. The African lady responds in Japanese. I am confused. The Asian lady runs off through a set of doors to my left, and I finally ask the African lady where this person is. She says he is in room 22, and points to the doors to my left. I head off in search of room 22. After much running around through the school I find rooms 21-22. Room 21 had a glass window you can see into the hallway from much like the other classroom, and as I walked past I saw a man who I had an interview with a few days ago having tea with a woman. I continue past and barge into room 22. The room is extremely blue in color, and is full of students. I think this is the wrong room; everyone is looking at me, and I feel out of place. I head for the exit on the other side of the room and say, “I’m use to starting riots…”. The room erupts in laughter. A guy then grabs my hair and tugs on it in a playful way, but it really hurt. I wait for him to let go, but he does it again. I am getting pissed off. I break free of his grip and exit the classroom. Then I wake up…

Canadian/Czech Pizza - September 20 2005

I am helping my friend Matt setup his DJ equipment in a bar for his gig later that night. I was in another friends old house walking downstairs to get the equipment. I walked past his dad, who was sitting in an arm chair with a cat on his stomach. He looked at me as I walked past and said something along the lines of, "Be careful, the cat likes to piss on people's clothes". When I got downstairs, I was in my hostel bedroom. I grabbed my shirt and it had a huge piss stain all down the center. I was quite unhappy.

Scene shift...

I am back in the bar with all the equipment setup. I start playing around with the DJ equipment, and at one point I cut the music and then bring it back it. I don't realize that it was playing out live to everyone, and I am a little embarrassed once I realize what I’ve done. I sit down with my friends at their table; there is Matt, a DC girl, and Matt's girlfriend. I start flirting with the girl, but it doesn't go well. I can't remember what we talk about, but I do remember asking her something about the time, and she says, "12:01 A.M. is to late, but 11:59 P.M. is to early". I think it had something to do with what time she likes to go to bed...

Scene shift...

I am walking down a street looking for something to eat. I come across a pizza joint, and its called Canadian/Czech pizza. I am delighted! I walk in and look at the menu. It is on the roof directly above me. Thinking this is normal, I try and read it. All the words are blurred out. I ask the two guys that work there, who are sitting behind me at a table, what is what on the menu. A big Italian guy gets up and starts to explain everything, then I wake up...

In the last 5 days that I have been trying to LD, this is by the far the closest I have come. It was so close that in my dream I knew I was dreaming, but I wanted to wake up. Stupid me though didn’t realize that I could control it…

I had this dream while having an afternoon nap.

Afternoon Attack - September 22 2005

I wake up in my dream, in my bed. Almost instantly I know that I have had a false awakening, and try to wake myself up. I can’t. No matter what I am doing, I can’t wake myself up. I can see around me, but I think my eyes are closed. The dream is extremely vivid. I start to panic, and as I do my heart starts pumping rapidly, almost bursting from my chest. There is extreme pain; it feels so real, as if someone is drilling into, or as if lightning is striking into my heart. I jump off my bunk bed (I am on the top bunk). I am now blind. I try and peel my eyes open. I get them open slightly, and I can see through the perspective of lying in my bed still asleep. Then they shut again. I stagger blindly to the door and here voices outside approaching the room. I am embarrassed to go out and meet the voices because I am in my boxer shorts, so I run back inside into my bed and pretend to sleep. (I am staying in a hostel so there are 8 beds in the room). My friend Danny comes in along with a French girl I met a couple days ago. My back is to them, and they are talking about something but I don’t know what. As they are about to leave I jump out of bed and decide to tell them what’s going on. I’m not blind anymore, but the pain in my heart keeps coming and going. They sit down on two beds across from each other, one on each. I start to do mid air pushups using the rails from the two beds they are sitting on. I start to think that this has been too long for a dream; this is way to real. It’s felt like 20 minutes. I start to panic more, and BAM! I jolt out of my dream…

When I woke up I was sweating and my heart was racing. I can’t believe I was so scared, why didn’t I realize I could control it. Ugg…

Hillary Duff & GTA - September 23 2005

I am flying through a tunnel with a bunch of people. Hillary Duff is ahead of me. I want to talk with her, so I fly ahead to catch up. We exchange a few words, and then the tunnel ends in a room. We are now in a hot tub in deep conversation. Love is in the air. We start kissing and cuddling. I am in heaven. We go outside the house to the backyard where my friend Tim is parked with his car. Hilary and I want to go for a ride. We hop in the trunk (it’s a hatch back) because we know we will have the most fun. My friend Tyson is in the passenger seat. We take off, but Hilary isn’t in the vehicle anymore. We are driving down a crowded city street, it reminds me of GTA. Tim turns on his new stereo system; a boom box pops up in between the driver and passenger seat. I am impressed. Tim suddenly turns right onto what seems like a 10 lane highway; there are thousands of cars. Instead of merging onto the highway, we drive up a ramp that runs along side it. As we get to the end of the ramp it curves off in the direction of the highway. Tim accelerates and spins the wheel at the last second. The car is projected off the ramp spinning in circles. (I remember everything feeling so real). Tyson is excited. We do about four 360o turns in mid air, and then I wake up…

Can only remember fragments of this dream.

Pirate Ship in Londia - September 23 2005
- I am with a girl (Hilary Duff maybe?)
- On a pirate ship that is spinning round and around in the center of a lake that is surrounded by a city.
- The city is suppose to be London, but it looks like India.
- Half of the city has blue houses, half has red ones.

Holy S, Phay! You have some excellent recall!

I just noticed your journal now, so I missed your previous dreams - lots of reading up to do, heh. But skimming through it looks like there are some pretty good ones.

Excellent of you to give them titles as well - pulls in the reader as well as helps you find your place later on.

Keep it up!

Originally posted by Tornado Joe
Holy S, Phay! You have some excellent recall!

I just noticed your journal now, so I missed your previous dreams - lots of reading up to do, heh. But skimming through it looks like there are some pretty good ones.

Excellent of you to give them titles as well - pulls in the reader as well as helps you find your place later on.

Keep it up!

Thanks for the kind words mate! I've always found that my recall can be spot on if I want it to be.

I agree with you on the title thing. Reading them helps me remember back to what happened in the dream; kind of like a summary.

Check back for more dreams to come!

Super Nintendo DJ - September 24 2005

I am working at a bar, and am currently in the back room. As I walk out I look over to the DJ and he is using a super nintendo to play his music. When he wants to play a new tune, he loads a different cartridge into the super nintendo and mixes it in. My friend Matt is suppose to be on soon. I go to the back room to get him, but something is wrong. He tells me that he can't play for some reason, something isn't right. (I can't quite remember what though). I tell him if he isn't going to play, I am. So I leave the bar to go get my records. I remember telling myself as I was walking that I wanted to start my set with Jonus Steur - Castamara (great trance tune, recommend listening to it!).

Scene shift...

I find myself wandering through a mall that is clossed, it is late at night. I come to a section of the mall that is gated off. I become frustrated because I know my records are at the other end of the mall. I try opening the door but it has a pad lock on it. I take out a huge chain with multipe keys, and start trying them all in the padlock. My frustration increases because I'm suppose to be DJing soon, and if I don't hurry up I will miss my chance. I sense someone behind me, and sure enough two security guards are coming. Trying quickly to find the right key, I start to panic. I don't want to go to jail. The security guards gain on me too quickly for me to open the door. I am doomed.

I know there is more to the dream, but I didn't write it down in the night and can only remember this much now. I started my new job working a bar last night and didn't get to bed until 3..

That Pile of Shit - September 25 2005

I open a fire escape door and come into an open room, grey in color, with a small stairwell that leads to the outside. As I walk outside I am surrounded by a beautiful view of a city. The city is in a valley, and feels like it was built in the 1600-1700. I have a panoramic view at this point. I walk down to a statue, which is in the center of the city to get a better view.

Scene shift...

I am now in my hostel bedroom, sitting on my bed. I hear my friends, from back home in Canada, coming up the stairs with their luggage. I am annoyed, I don’t want them living here at the hostel. I hear one friends voice in particular and become very displeased. A DC comes in the room and asks if such and such survived this year, and another DC answers, "Ya, he ate hotdogs mainly”.

Scene shift...

I am on my old street from back home, sitting on either a pile of shit or a pile of tobacco. I studied it for a moment, but then left it undecided. Across from me was an old school friend, Aman. She had blond hair, which should have been black. It also didn’t look like her, but I knew it was suppose to be. We were talking for a little while, and then something happened. It was like falling through the ground of the dream, tumbling far, far away.

Sure enough my roommate had just come in from a shower. Uggg! That pile of shit!

This is my first lucid dream! Not much of a dream, but I was lucid for a few moments none the less. I had been using a lucid induction mp3 before I had this dream, which I think might have aided in me becoming conscious.

This is a dream I had while doing a WILD variation I read about a few days ago. The technique works like this. As soon as you wake up from a dream, and realize you are awake, keep your eyes closed and start imagining spinning on your own axis lengthwise. Do this a couple times, and then imagine having an OBE, rolling yourself out of your body. As you start to roll out you will feel yourself fade away into a dream, so it is important to imagine waking up in your bedroom already in a lucid state. I am going to call this technique a RILD - Rolling Induced Lucid Dream

Here was my first attempt at it.

Screaming Maniac - September 26 2005

As I start the rolling part of the RILD technique, an eerie voices starts calling out my name. I know I am fading into a dream, and become very frightened, as this is my first time doing the technique. I try to wake myself up, but lose control of what I am doing and fall into a normal dream. I am in my bed, but am not in control of myself. My body is screaming out names of random things, and then explaining why it hates it. It would then scream randomly, and then scream the name out of another thing and explain why it hates it. It feels like an OBE, as I was watching down on my body and couldn’t stop what I am doing. I am semi lucid, as I know that I am in a dream, but all I can think of is waking up because I think I am disturbing my roommates in real life. My body sits up on the bed screaming out into the room, and then I wake up in a startled state...

After this dream I got up and decided to do a WBTB. I stayed up for a half hour or so, and then went back to bed. I had a dream that I can’t remember, and as soon as I woke up from it I started another RILD.

The Aqua Simpsons - September 26 2005

I start the RILD technique. As soon as I start the rolling part, I feel myself falling into a dream. I visualize waking up in my bedroom and becoming lucid. Everything goes black for a few moments. Then my bedroom comes into view, and at that moment I tell myself, “I am in a dream”. I am so excited! This is my first actual lucid dream. For years I’ve wanted to experience the feeling, and it has only taken me 9 days to do so! I remember that I should stabilize the dream, so I yell, “Increase lucidity!” There is a pulse wave that goes out through the room, and everything brightens. I look around and see two other bunk beds, and a picture on the wall. The room reminds me of one you would find in the Simpson’s house (cartoon show). Everything is extremely blue; it feels like the room is under water. I try to get out of bed, but can’t. No matter how hard I try I am stuck to the bed. I concentrate and tell myself, “You are dreaming, get out of bed”. The dream starts to fade. I look down to my hands but everything is blurry. I try and rub them, but it doesn’t work. I then lose the dream and have a false awakening.

I awake in my bedroom, and get up quickly to tell all my roommates that I’ve had a lucid dream. One mate tells me he had one as well, and the other says he didn’t dream at all. Then I wake up...

My first Lucid Dream! Quite pleased with myself, as I thought it was going to take ages to do. I defiantly think the RILD technique is going to work out well for me. Will let you know how it goes in future entries!

Aw hell yeah, Phay!!

It's not only great that you became lucid, but you actually were able to bring with you memories and thoughts of waking life with you (such as the "increase lucidity" thing and looking at your hands)! I feel this is probably the most important ability to have once you are in a lucid dream - not only does it really make the connection between the waking and dreaming world, but you will also be able to take any waking life questions or problems with you into a lucid dream in order to find answers and solutions.

I'll have to give this RILD technique a shot!