Penguinlord13's Dream Journal

**PenguinLord13** · 05-30-2006 10:30 PM

[size=18]Night of 5/30/06

[size=12]Finally, another post. I remembered a bunch of dreams since last time I posted, but I needed a breeak, and never posted them, but from now on I'm posting. To put it simply, I'm back. Last night I had 3 dreams I remembered upon waking, but sadly I forgot two of them about 10 minutes after getting up because I concentrated too much on one of them, but then I got lucky and recalled it later (after I originally made this entry.

[size=18]dream1

[size=14]I am in a small room with some person who is a dreamviews member (not a real one, and I don't remmeber his name anyways). He is a teenager, maybe 2 years older than me. In the room there is a desk with a computer and some magazines on it, some shelves with books, and possibly a bed (I can't remember). We are talking, and he is IMing. I look at his magazines, they are somem gaming and sports magazines. Suddenly, on the floor I notice some magazine that has the word "dreams" on the back. My vision must have been improved in the dream, because I couldnt' have read the word in real life. I go on the floor and look at the magazine, but realize it is a gaming magazine, and I can't find the word dream on the back anymore (duh, you're dreaming, sadly I didnt' think of that). Thinking back the magazines colors changed from light blue and red and yellow arty back, to the vietnam war first-person-shooter screenshot kind of magazine back. The person I am with jokes with me, "What did you expect to find, a magazine on Lucid Dreaming?"

Next thing I remember, I am in this big weakly lit boardroom-like room, except the table and chairs aren't as nice, and it is a spanish class in school. This is not my real school as for some reason I have been arranged to take spanish lessons two grades above what I regularly take, and in a different school because regular spanish class is too easy for me. The teacher is lecturing us about something or other adn teaching, adn as I always do out of boardom, I am doodling and not paying attention at all. (I easily get A+'s on every quiz/test because I find spanish easy to learn, as I am bilingual, and good with languages, which I think runs in the blood in my family.) At some point in the lesson the teacher makes mention of how smart I am (how annoying), and at the end of the lesson I leave teh room. I then go into this other room where my friend is sitting. He has a deck of cards. We talk, and he makes mention of how he made some bet with someone that I would do something (don't know what), at $40. I tell him that he has to give me $20 now, as payment for making a bet with me, but that I will split the losses with him if he loses, so basically I try to make a deal where I either make $20, or lose nothing. He says we'll play a game of cards for it, and he has to do this if he loses. I say I don't want to because I don't want to get in trouble for gambling in school (my friends got in deep shit for it earlier this year), but then the janitor comes over and tells us which game he thinks we should play, so I decide it's okay.

[size=12]At this point my recollection of this dream ends. I can't believe I didn't get lucid though. Damn

[size=18]dream2

[size=14]I am in my kitchen, and my parents are making chicken on the grill. My mom is lighting the grill or something, and somehow, something on a metal kabob stick lights on fire (a piece of chicken?, I don't know) while she is in the middle of the kitchen because she lit something else (probably one of the disfunctional stove tops) with the lighter (don't ask how it spread). She yells to get the fire extinguisher, and I get it out of the closet down the hall. While I am aiming at the flaming thing she's holding (it's not dangerous to hold, just the tops burning), I accidently spray her a bit on the arm, and she yells at me about how she already told me once not to spray her with compressed air stuff (don't ask when that happened). I put out the fire, and also accidently majorly freeze my toe. My mom yells at me what the heck are you doing. After about a minute my toe is thawing and it suddenly un-numbs, and starts feeling VERY cold. I then go downstairs to the guestroom where my sister adn her fiance are (meant in the male sence, in case I accidently used the female version of the word). For some reason I am still with the fire extinguisher. My mom also comes down, eating an apple, and my sister's fiance is also eating one. I ask my sister's fiance if I can have the apple to freeze with the fire extinguisher (it looks like a fun thing to do), but he says no as he is eating it, but my mom is done, so she gives my the core. I go upstairs, and am heading outside to freeze the apple, when I see the chicken on a table (now ready). I have an urge to freeze that instead, but I don't since it's our food.

[size=12]At this point the dream ends. Sadly, I never get to freeze the apple

**PenguinLord13** · 06-01-2006 09:59 PM

...I wake up for real, and don\'t remember any of the dreams I wrote, just that I worte them down. What really happened was that I woke up at about 6:10, and drifted back to sleep after a few minutes. Then, ten minutes later I had a basically anomaly free FA, where I truly believed I was awake, and started DJing. This FA was so perfectly real feeling, I even heard my dad walking upstairs, and was worrying that it might already be time to wake up and my dad will come down, so I won\'t have time to finish. Finally this journal entry is over, I hate having to write four dreams, even if they aren\'t that long. It\'s much easier to write one or two long dreams.

**PenguinLord13** · 06-06-2006 10:30 PM

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[size=18][color=blue]Night of 6/5/06

[size=12]Today is my favorite date for the next 60 years, 7 days. It's 06/06/06. How fun

(take out the zeros). The reason I like the date 60 years adn 7 days from now even more is that in everywhere except here in america where we write it MM/DD/YY, it will be 13/6/66. Take out the dashes for an evil message. Sorry to anyone this offends, I just like taking potshots at all that crap about "unlucky numbers", and "the number of the beast". LOL.

OK. Back to dreaming. Last night was a great night for that to. I had a LUCID!!! I think it was induced by my RCing (not by doing an RC, but by the suggestion that I will LD I add whenever I RC), or by the self-hypnosis I did on saturday (or both). Sadly i didn't get control of the dream, or maintain lucidity, but the dream itself was reasonably vivid and long."

[size=14]I am in the car on the highway with my dad. We are trying to decide wether or not to do something. I want to do it, but my dad says it's risky as it involves crossing something, and it's dangerous. I assume that it involves driving across some bridge that is narrow and we could go off of into the river. Eventually we decide to do it (don't kknow what), and take a turn onto the road that will take us there. I tell my dad it's okay if we just go home if he doesn't want to do it, but he says he's fine with it.

Next thing I remember, we are crossing this hill by foot, with my dad's car in the parking lot. There is extreme wind, and I am having trouble staying on my feet, and not falling and injuring myself. I make it to the edge of the dangerous part, and am about to go down the other side of the hill, where it isn't windy, and there are tourists going on a hike, but I see a baby lying on the rocks in front of me, hurt, with his dad just standing there, not knowing what to do. I tell my dad, and my dad picks up the baby in a safe way, and puts it over the guys shoulder in a military wounded person carry position, and tells the dad to carry it to safety. The second my dad lets go, the idiot dad guy doesn't properly support the baby, adn it slides off, and lands on its head back on the rocks. I think, "what the #@$! is wrong with this idiot?! He has MAJOR issues!" My dad keeps calm, and reexplains to the guy what to do, and this time the guy gets it. I then pick up the baby, which is somehow still alive, and give it to its dad, who this time doesn't drop it. My dad and I then continue walking wherever we're going.

Next thing I remember, I am walking along at the base of this mountain, but wiht a couple friends. For some reason (I don't remeber), I get REALLY ultra pissed-off, and take this jar thing and whip it against the ground. The jar pops open, and the baby from earlier pops out (don't ask how it got in there in the first place). I think, "oh #$@!, I just killed him." I go and pick up the jar, and open it, and inside, there is a grenade like object, but is really a container. I open this container, and luckily it isn't a grenade (I wasn't completely sure), hoping the baby is in there, but it isn't. It's nowhere to be found. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming and think, "oh good, I'll have somme fun, but first to make the baby appear back unharmed so I can put it in its jar." I look down saying when I look up the baby will be in front of me unharmed. I look up and it isn't, I try again a couple times, but after about three times...

[size=12]I wake up thinking what a #$@!ed up weird dream and yay I just go lucid at the same time. I wish I had done stability tricks, but I didn't think of it sadly, and tried to take control too fast. Note that I am no baby killer. I get along well with little children, and would never put a baby in a jar, especially not one that is literally too smaller to fit a baby in in any way. I was low-level lucidity though, so I didn't really think about how weird it is to put a baby in a jar.

**PenguinLord13** · 06-07-2006 10:56 PM

[size=18]Night of 6/6/06

[size=12]Yay! Another LD! 2 Nights straight! This time I actually almost stabilized it too. Here goes:

[size=14]I am at some harbor carinival place at night. I am not wearing pants and am just wearing boxers adn a shirt (I can't remember why, but there's a reason). I am planning on going to watch some modeling competition as a judge adn partying, and to go I have to go on this platform thing thing which holds a about 10 people with seats plus a bit of extra space to stand that is tied to a long rope which some somehow flies it out like 50 meters out adn 20 meters high above the harbor, where it stays (I don't know what holds it up). I am next in line for the next round of judging, so I have to wait.

Next thing I remember it is almost time for me to go up, and my math teacher is nearby yelling instructions on what some people have to do. She tells me to do something, I think related to my boxers (in the dream there is nothing odd about going around in boxers), and my response is to go down about 100 feet away from the harbor, into some hut thing, which inside is basically my bedroom stuff. I change boxers and then jog back where is is just time to board the platform thing. About 2 other guys and like 7 girls, one of which is the girl i like, board the platform, and it shoots up to its place where we have a cool view of the harbor. Then the view of the harbor dims, and I see in front and below of me there is a brightly lit stage platform thing onto which all the "models" walk. For some reason the modeling competition is all guys maybe 2 years older than me, and not the kind you'd think of as models. This sucks for me because I was expecting it to be a bunch of hot (female) babes, and I have no idea how to judge male modeling as i am not gay. I just choose the guy who looks like he is the man, since I can't judge them on looks since like I said before I'm not gay.

Next thing I remember it is a while later and I am back at the harbor looking out at the ocean leaning on the protective rail that stops people from falling into the ocean. I suddenly think to do an RC, and the second I ask myself "am I dreaming?", even before doing a check, I realize that why yes I am. The instant this realization hits me I end up in bed eyes closed, on my back. I am pretty sure I am still dreaming so I do ZenVortex's stabilization technique (except I forget to think "stabilize now") of moving my limbs deliberately and slowly. my hands keep hitting against this cold metal bar, and my feet are going over some wood thing, so I realize that I am still at the harbor, and I am hitting the safety rail, so I know I am still dreaming. After a bit, I am reasonably convinced that I am stable, so I slowly open my eyes and...

[size=12]...find myself awake in bed. Damn it. Still happy about the lucid, I just wish I did a better job stabilizing and said stuff like "stabilize now", and rubbed my hands (I wouldn't have been able to spin anyways as I was lying down). I also should have done an RC as I woke up to see that I hadn't had an FA. Oh well, maybe next time... Anyways, I am still very happy with LDing two nights straight. Yay!!! My tenth LD ever! 8)

**PenguinLord13** · 06-07-2006 10:57 PM

[size=18]Night of 6/5/06

[size=12]Today is my favorite date for the next 60 years, 7 days. It's 06/06/06. How fun

(take out the zeros). The reason I like the date 60 years adn 7 days from now even more is that in everywhere except here in america where we write it MM/DD/YY, it will be 13/6/66. Take out the dashes for an evil message. Sorry to anyone this offends, I just like taking potshots at all that crap about "unlucky numbers", and "the number of the beast". LOL.

OK. Back to dreaming. Last night was a great night for that to. I had a LUCID!!! I think it was induced by my RCing (not by doing an RC, but by the suggestion that I will LD I add whenever I RC), or by the self-hypnosis I did on saturday (or both). Sadly i didn't get control of the dream, or maintain lucidity, but the dream itself was reasonably vivid and long."

[size=14]I am in the car on the highway with my dad. We are trying to decide wether or not to do something. I want to do it, but my dad says it's risky as it involves crossing something, and it's dangerous. I assume that it involves driving across some bridge that is narrow and we could go off of into the river. Eventually we decide to do it (don't kknow what), and take a turn onto the road that will take us there. I tell my dad it's okay if we just go home if he doesn't want to do it, but he says he's fine with it.

Next thing I remember, we are crossing this hill by foot, with my dad's car in the parking lot. There is extreme wind, and I am having trouble staying on my feet, and not falling and injuring myself. I make it to the edge of the dangerous part, and am about to go down the other side of the hill, where it isn't windy, and there are tourists going on a hike, but I see a baby lying on the rocks in front of me, hurt, with his dad just standing there, not knowing what to do. I tell my dad, and my dad picks up the baby in a safe way, and puts it over the guys shoulder in a military wounded person carry position, and tells the dad to carry it to safety. The second my dad lets go, the idiot dad guy doesn't properly support the baby, adn it slides off, and lands on its head back on the rocks. I think, "what the #@$! is wrong with this idiot?! He has MAJOR issues!" My dad keeps calm, and reexplains to the guy what to do, and this time the guy gets it. I then pick up the baby, which is somehow still alive, and give it to its dad, who this time doesn't drop it. My dad and I then continue walking wherever we're going.

Next thing I remember, I am walking along at the base of this mountain, but wiht a couple friends. For some reason (I don't remeber), I get REALLY ultra pissed-off, and take this jar thing and whip it against the ground. The jar pops open, and the baby from earlier pops out (don't ask how it got in there in the first place). I think, "oh #$@!, I just killed him." I go and pick up the jar, and open it, and inside, there is a grenade like object, but is really a container. I open this container, and luckily it isn't a grenade (I wasn't completely sure), hoping the baby is in there, but it isn't. It's nowhere to be found. Suddenly I realize I am dreaming and think, "oh good, I'll have somme fun, but first to make the baby appear back unharmed so I can put it in its jar." I look down saying when I look up the baby will be in front of me unharmed. I look up and it isn't, I try again a couple times, but after about three times...

[size=12]I wake up thinking what a #$@!ed up weird dream and yay I just go lucid at the same time. I wish I had done stability tricks, but I didn't think of it sadly, and tried to take control too fast. Note that I am no baby killer. I get along well with little children, and would never put a baby in a jar, especially not one that is literally too smaller to fit a baby in in any way. I was low-level lucidity though, so I didn't really think about how weird it is to put a baby in a jar.

**PenguinLord13** · 06-17-2006 02:07 PM

[SIZE=2]Night of 6/14/06</span>

[size=12]Sorry I haven\'t been posting, I was just too damn lazy to bother remembering dreams in the last few days, but I still remember my LD from wednesday, so I\'ll share that. I\'ll have to say it\'s the closest I\'ve come to dream control. I remembered to RC after I realized I was dreaming, and the only thing I didn\'t do was stabilize properly.

[size=14]I am in my house, and I am heading towards the basement. I open the basement door, and am about to turn into the stairwell, when suddenly I realize I am dreaming. Just to make sure I grab my nose and try to breathe through it, and succeed. Lucidity confirmed! For some reason I get this feeling that I have to look behind the door, and when I do...

I suddenly end up in this forest. It is very beautiful, with all the trees in full bloom, and the ground completely covered in leaves which are that perfect shade of russet brown. I am on the outside of a circular pool of perfectly clear water about 4 or 5 meters across. The water is pure and clear, but there is no bottom in sight, as this pool is bottomless, with an infinite depth. I turn around from this pool and see about 20 meters ahead of me there is another pool like this one. I now realize that this forest is where all the different worlds meet, and these pools are portals to the other world. The pool behind me is the portal to the real world, and the pool ahead is the portal to the world of Lucidity. I know I have to go into the pool ahead of me, but I am scared to go there as there is an old man there standing on the edge of the pool, loooking into it. He is rather frail, and hunched over, with a can holding him up, but for some reason I know he is evil, and am scared of him. I overcome my fears and head towards the pool, but as I move the world fades and by the time I am 3 quarters of the way there...

<span style="color:blue">...I wake up, disappointed in myself for not doing a proper stabilization technique, but still happy that I LDed. This was by far the closest I\'ve been to full lucidity, but I just didn\'t get all the way. Just to note, though this dream seems to go slowly, it really was less than half a minute in length.

**PenguinLord13** · 06-22-2006 05:53 PM

...The dream just ends. I am 90% sure that I didn\'t wake up after this dream, but that it just ended for no apparent reason. I know I didn\'t do anything past this, it\'s not a hole in my recall.

**Bjango** · 07-11-2006 03:48 AM

Hey thar!
Just saying hello! Cool dream journal!
It's such a breath of fresh air to read dream journals that are well organized!

**PenguinLord13** · 07-14-2006 12:18 AM

[quote]Hey thar!
Just saying hello! Cool dream journal!
It's such a breath of fresh air to read dream journals that are well organized![/color]

Thanks. Sadly I haven't posted in a while. I need to get back to recalling dreams, and hopefully you will help inspire me.

**PenguinLord13** · 08-01-2006 02:59 PM

At this point I wake up, with the intention of writing down this dream, but I remember my Lucid, so I write that down first, and then just make quick notes on this dream to help me remember it, as I am sick of writing. I have discovered that while helpful, bedside DJing is a pain in the ass, as it is tiring, and i am a much faster typist than handwriter, but I will continue anyways, as it's the only way I'll be able to remember dreams.

**PenguinLord13** · 08-17-2006 04:06 PM

...at which point I wake up, to hear my jackass neighbor revving his car before he leaves. So basically, the sound traveled from the real world into my dream in the form of my health teacher letting out an angry growl

**packmania** · 03-10-2007 05:22 AM

Hmm i see it has been a while!

I expect to see a few entries in here within the next week or else...

(Just kidding

)

(Or am I?...

)

**PenguinLord13** · 03-14-2007 09:08 PM

Hi again. I yet again have been a lazy-ass, and haven't posted here since august, so now for my first 2007 DJ entry!

Dream3</span>

I am in some street at night in the city (don't ask where). I randomly think to myself, "Hey, I'm dreaming"

I then immediately do the finger through hands and grab nose and try to breathe reality checks, but both of them fail. For some reason that doesn't matter to me, and I go on with being lucid. (Yeah, I copied and pasted that from my other dream since it works here too.) I decide I will find a leprachaun, but then I blink and...

<span style="color:blue">...I wake up
Overall I would consider last night an extreme success, even though I didn't actually accomplish anything, because I have been having a dry spell for a long time, and I think this signifies the beginning of a new era of Penguinish dreams

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