Thread: one more journal under the sun

travel to lucidrage island - failed attempt 1

i was with some people in a square, talking about a course we were attending with my fav teacher
we looked at the teacher running around, and i wondered if his way of running was influenced by his experiences with the saami people or not (that was a very likely topic among his students)

then i started running around too, and thought i could go jump-flying since it was a dream.
so i thought - since i felt light as the dream was easy to keep - i could go to lucidrage island. i asked the Cat (a friend) to come. She didn't answer much, i thought "stupid random dcs", than tried to call for the real Cat (while dreaming i seem to believe in shared dreaming, while awake not), but none answered.
i thought it was obvious, because it was noon. so i thought i should call someone in the american timezone - and by the level of idiocy of those thougts, i guess i had already lost the dream.
anyway at this point it faded and i woke up (it was noon).

I'm assuming this lucid rage island was the task of the month? If it is, congrats!

it was not and i didn't get there, but thanks

i have another to post since yesterday but too lazy to post it ^^

down the rabbit hole - my middle earth is urbanized

ok
i'm trying to follow a guy (very long dream before, the man is sort of a zen monk) that's running very fast through the gardens of the biennale of venice.

given i'm flying, i suppose i'm dreaming
so i don't give the hell about the task of the month and think i just could try to accomplish a thing in my private to-do list in the lucid task club. (writing it so makes it look less important, which i like.)
so i fly around trying to find a likely alice's rabbit hole. plunging simply into the ground doesn't lead me anyway, nor does flying through perfectly immaginary bushes looking at the ground. So i think "go somewhere important", and i end up in a place that looks a little like a mix of venice (my fav city) and the street where i lived as a small child. That looks "personal" enough, and i find a pit in a circle of stones, in a little *portico*
i throw myself in it, and take the light with me all the way down (don't know well, it felt like i was phisically pulling light down with me ) because i'm afraid that if i completely lost my way i would wake up.
this time (first time) my body has nothing to object and lets me go down. the tunnel looks completely man-made, like roman acqueducts, which i don't like.
at a point i see the way blocked, and can't go up nor down (the walls are too narrow to invert my direction and go back)
i politely ask something that looks a lot like my super-ego (given it's a mix of my father and a shrink) to pleeeeease let me pass, and it agrees. But it doesn't open the way down (which i wanted), just an horizontal passage. I take it and finally get out of the damn tunnel.

The place i end up is definitely a city. My first thought is: "doh. my middle earth is urbanized!" (which was more appropriate than i thought at the moment). I understand it's not where i wanted to go, but i like it anyway. Now my parents seem to be with me.
We walk around in the city. We talk about its architecture. It's a mix of venetian gothic, catalan (?) gothic and Gaudi. I like it, but it's a little too artificial, lasvegas-like.
I think that the city of my soul, it represents me. So i say, looking at a channel that looks polluted like the venetian ones: "when i'll be a better person, people will swim in the channels."
We walk to the end of the city (which has the sea/lagoon on a side and trees and bushes on the hills on the other side).
I tell my father i would like the city to be alimented by eolic or solar energy or something, but just after the city borders we see what looks like a normal electric central, and farther on an island with a long bridge/land string something else that looks badly like a nuclear central. (i'm very anti-nuclear, like most in my country).
I would like it to change, but i know that people don't change overnight, and that all in that place means something.

than i have a flash of two men on a rubber boat coming to the city, but still far away (out of visibility, it was like remote viewing), over the sea that looked brownish as the sky.
couldn't figure if friends or enemies, strangers for sure.
didn't care too much anyway, looked like their arrival was not near in time as in space.

dream faded and i woke up, still in love with the city

then had another dream involving a family friend that seemed to have became schizophrenic, until the dream setting became related to the heroes tv serie (love that serie), so the schizo rubbish turned out true
fun, and still with a beautiful sea and a tall (i mean enormous) impressive tower.

Originally Posted by italianmonkey

something that looks a lot like my super-ego (given it's a mix of my father and a shrink)

That's an ingenious visualization of the superego.

night: i vaguely remember having (good) sex with some guy

nap:

back from univerity, feeling tired, i hang to a playing rope in my garden and swing lazily. sometimes i let the rope, float in midair counting the seconds i can keep me up and then catch the rope again. At some point i think that if i can levitate for all those seconds, it could be a dream.
so I keep floating around counting seconds, like children count jumps with the rope.
there's my mother on a seat, i talk with here about being that a dream, but i say i can't see well, because there'se little light or i'm half blind.
she suggest me to "set" the colours photoshop like, but that doesn' improve much. i think i must have little energy to work with - given that's a nap and i'm not well.
my mother suggests to evocate light with a rhyme or to imagine taking some drugs (?!). the rhyme doesn't work, and i don't want the dream to get any fuzzier so i refuse the second suggestion.
i put my nose inside the house and switch the lights on, but even inside this doesn't make light grow.
so i give up and think what can be done while half-blind and with little energy/time left (they sort of are related)
i say: "i'll try to improve flight precision"
i spend some time floating around, and i'm enough satisfied of the results.
then i hit a three brench with my head, and think my visibility could improve if i take off my hat.
(at the meantime i notice the light is now very strange, its' very dark indeed, but i can at least see well)
i try to take off my cap and hang it on a brench, but i notice i still have my cap on.
there are several seconds of me floating still in mid-air, totally pissed off, taking off a cap after another and creating a tall pile of hats on the three.
then i think "that's pathetic, let's find a mirror and put an end to this. i Can't surrend to an HAT."
at this moment, i found myself someway in a room, with a mirror just under the ceiling. i float to it - my mother is somehow floating at the same height.
i say "uuuh nice, a mirror that shows my decently my image, how rare. what to do with it? oh yeah, let's make my hair blond ()"
then i have the decency at least to think: "uhm. maybe i could have something more useful to do - maybe for the forum?" - but that intelligence flash ends there.
so i tell my mum: "hold me, because changing my appearence is very hard for me, and i'd probably fall down (where there's no mirror) if i try to do it and float at the same time".
she holds me and i try to change my haircolour like a girl does in that crappy movie (don't remember the original title, "teenage witches" possible?")
with great efforts some hair starts to become goldish and reddish, but that's very little result. i try to do better, but then my heart accelerates too much and i wake up.


i sort of think the reason for not remembering to do the advanced task is i wouldn't give two cents to know why we dream. i mean, what a lame question!

even if, i must admit, "how would i look if i was blonde?" isn't much more profound!

Originally Posted by italianmonkey

so, back to the forum, back to the journal


23 september,
nap

"the skeptic dream"
i was half asleep on my bed, and i wondered if i could take a dream walk in the house - which usually makes plotless but good lds.
so i tried a few times, helped by the sunlight in the room. at some point i decided i was decently standing and walking around the bed - even if every time i tried to open my dream eyes i ended opening my real, losing my position and almost having to start again.
so i walked towards the door with half closed eyes, throwing brief glimpses - and seeing that the reproduction of the room was very poor: my bedroom is CHAOS ON EARTH, but the dream room had only furniture, not all in the exact places, and very little mess on it.
so i went till half dwn the stairs, then i decided it was far enough to open my eyes, and i could see normally.
So i went back to the room to see myself asleep, but the bed was empty - nor me, nor blanket.
I climbed on it and started to touch around to see if i could feel anything - myself invisible, or warmth on the mattrass or anything, but nothing.
Then suddenly on the bed there was a boy, on the spot i would be in real life. I had already seen it, but could'nt remembere where.
I said "are you supposed to be me or something?"
he said: "nope. you're dead, sugar. you made it wrong. maybe some days passed without you knowing... they may even have already took away your body and buried it...." - he looked as he found this very fun.
i said: "I don't buy on your new age bullshit. that's just a dream, because a) i don't believe in OBE and b) if it was, the room would be complete.
besides, you are just a DC, so what you say is pointless to the best."

anyway he had pissed me off a little, so i climbed on him and took him by force. i woke up after a few seconds of mediocre sex.

for all the dream, i never felt the addicting chocolate feeling that usually comes with LDs. it may depend on the fact this was not DiLD, dunno.

Hey I am just reading some of your dreams. Couple of things stood out with this one. Your experience with opening your dream eyes then at the same time opening your real eyes...I have that myself... dam its good to know that someone else does so do you solve that problem by walking a bit in your dream?

WOW I would have freaked out if I was told I had died lol I think you handled it really well plus it was well funny you you practically raped him

Originally Posted by mark

WOW I would have freaked out if I was told I had died lol I think you handled it really well plus it was well funny you you practically raped him

yeah, i did
i'm evil

kisses

had two semiconsecutive dreams.
the second lasted two weeks.
interesting for the time dilatation thing, but boring for the rest

to lazy to copy (and translate) it from paper journal

I read a majority of your dreams, they are really in depth and interesting. It's a bit hard to understand but I it's understandable enough to where I can grasp what you're saying. Ultimately your dreams are a universe full of fascinating adventures and thrills galore

Love the endless hats!

it's not that i'm not dreaming
i'm just not posting

lazy lazy lazy afternoon.....

anyway, i promise i'll post lucids at least

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although the text is long, the recall is crappily fragmented in all 6. i’m not completely sure about the order. yes, i did sleep a lot tonight. about 9 hours...<o:p></o:p>
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1) movielike (low) Ld<o:p></o:p>
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I’m somewhere – outside, I think, but I’m not sure – and there’s a boy. I don’t have the slightest idea of how he looks. I know that it’s a dream but I don’t feel nor think as I was lucid – I’m taken in the story.<o:p></o:p>
I don’t remember what happens before, but at some point there is someone – that’s a She – who has quite unfriendly intentions about us. I also think we’re not supposed to be there.<o:p></o:p>
I want to run away, the boy looks not sure – I don’t know if he wants to stay and fight her or just doesn’t know what to do.<o:p></o:p>
I escape, taking him with me. i remember crossing many doors, that each took us far away – like teleporting or something, attempting to lose our follower, but she kept following us.<o:p></o:p>
It had something in common – but less scenic – with the 1000 doors maze in the Neverending Story. I remember trying to take the smallest and more hidden doors to prevent her to find us.<o:p></o:p>
(- i can remember that i wasn’t scared at all. i felt very professional at fleeing O.o )<o:p></o:p>
Then i thought that strategy was going nowhere, so i (ripped open? uncreated?) a breach in a wall and we ended up in a darker room. Here the walls felt like stone – though in the rest of the maze they looked very thin).<o:p></o:p>
The boy asked “and now?” and i answered: “we go across the ceiling”. I sort of knew that here, outside of the maze, it was again possible. He didn’t look convinced, but i told him “i’ve already done it” (which i did, in a LD some years ago). I grabbed him and (flew?) up – though, i don’t remember anything from now.<o:p></o:p>
I’m quite sure the boy did have a more active role in the story, but i don’t remember much.<o:p></o:p>
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2) confused thing<o:p></o:p>
At home. the furniture in my room is all misplaced.<o:p></o:p>
There’s a longer story before, maybe it’s the dream 3, i don’t remember in which order they came.<o:p></o:p>
I know i’m dreaming, but i’m completely irrational and that thought doesn’t affect my actions in a relevant way.<o:p></o:p>
I don’t have the slightest idea why – maybe it was a residual memory of dream 1 – i feel like the woman lying on my bed is a danger.<o:p></o:p>
i don’t have the slightest idea how, i end up having lesbian sex with her. Not bad at all i may add.<o:p></o:p>
Now i’m thinking about it, there could be very perverted interpretations ...<o:p></o:p>
gosh, what the heck was her? it looks so much as she was ME.<o:p></o:p>
(and there also were people in my room i was talking with meanwhile O.o)<o:p></o:p>
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3) low level ld<o:p></o:p>
i’m at the seaside with friends. again, i know that i’m dreaming – a little more clearly than in d2 at least – but i’m caught in the story.<o:p></o:p>
I want to have a swim, but i remember i had not shaved irl (gosh, how embarassing), and in that particular dream it seemed that my looks were a quite faithful real-time reproduction of the real ones. i cursed i had not shaven IRL, and that i wasn’t even able to summon a razor (O.o) in the beach’s toilets. <o:p></o:p>
I sort of knew no one would remember me hippyly unshaved, because they were dcs, but i felt uneasy the same, because for the time of the dream they would be there and see me just the same.<o:p></o:p>
So i thought i could just change my looks “artificially” – like in my meager attempts of shapeshifting – and solve that problem (or even try to become a little more “cover girl” now that i was there). – but it didn’t work much – as usual.<o:p></o:p>
Than i felt a complete idiot, and did not care about the swim anymore, and just followed my friends somewhere (it was sunset at that point). <o:p></o:p>
Than i remember packing my things to go back home because our weekend was over.<o:p></o:p>
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4) (almost) normal dream<o:p></o:p>
i’m in a (gym? dojo?)<o:p></o:p>
i know i’m not exactly in real life, but i don’t know it’s a dream either. It feels strictly related to d1.<o:p></o:p>
There are lots of people sitting around in small groups, very relaxed, telling each others news and gossip. <o:p></o:p>
I was there with a little girl with short hair sitting on my right, and we’re talking about d1 and other adventures (that now i don’t remember).<o:p></o:p>
An old friend of mine comes in the room and sees me. she says: “i SO need a massage and some gossip, i had a dreadful night”<o:p></o:p>
I say “come”, but she doesn’t look convinced, because she doesn’t want the little girl to hear her secrets. i say “don’t worry, she already knows lots, she’s my little new companion.. isn’t she nice?”<o:p></o:p>
So my friend accepts to come to sit with me and get a massage, and we chat about some fantasy adventures i (damn) don’t remember.<o:p></o:p>
(that’s my favourite dream of this night, because it was friendly and relaxed)<o:p></o:p>
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5) normal dream<o:p></o:p>
I absolutely don’t know i’m dreaming<o:p></o:p>
I’m at the train station, waiting to take a bus to go home after a (lecture? seminar?)<o:p></o:p>
My Anthropology teacher looks like my Taiji teacher (which is ABSOLUTELY not true, given one is Very european and the other is Very chinese).<o:p></o:p>
I tell him i’m sorry that he hates me, and that i don’t know what to do about it (that’s real)<o:p></o:p>
He tells me he doesn’t hate me, and that if i do my exercises he’ll give me some “ + “(that i think means lift my score at the exam).<o:p></o:p>
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6) FA<o:p></o:p>
It’s almost mealtime (true). I wake up and my mother wants me to get up and prepare the table, but i want to write at least d1 on my paper DJ, and i keep asking her “a moment, a moment” and getting distracted by her calling.<o:p></o:p>
Curiously, the kitchen seems to be directly outside my room (with is not true).


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I love the fact that you can remember multiple dreams, your recall seems to be in great condition. You have great odyssey's in your dreams, many more to come

two days ago voluntarily lost a lucid, like the cusp (so you see, there's another lazy one that takes naps in lucids):

i was sitting on a tree brench, with two friends under the tree. Very beautiful light and good general sensation. i knew it was a dream, but i was dead tired from a long long travel (dream theater concert woo) , and had an exam next day at dawn, so i said " if i waste any energy at all in this dream, it's likely i'll get sick and fail the exam - or not even manage to get to take the train to the uni"
so i laid long on the brench and relaxed (losing the dream in a false awakening and then some regular dreams).

i got 30/30 anyway

Nice job on the exam, Monkey!

But I'm sure you could have taken a little mental adventure, and still done fine on the exam.

i'm not sure...
i was very not well the day before, almost fainted at the second coffee while doing revision (while my coffee tolerance is quite high usually)
thanks for the banana O

Ok O, i usually post only lucids, but given you made mi remember it....
i've had a Oish adventure dream this night
fun fun fun
i was the daughter of a super-villain, leading a small army of friends (including chandra suresh and the telepathic policeman from Heroes....) against my evil dad - who had a strange weapon that shot something red and had some sort of paralizing and painful effect.
at some point i was hiding behind a car, the policeman was KO, and a girl noticed that the weapon seemed to have less effect on females.
so i went in the middle of the fight and started screaming "the girs on first line! girls first line!", and then we kept walking towards the baddies, ignoring the red light hits (that were not pleasant but not strong enough to stop us), and the villains were very disappointed.
than the supervillain cornered us and with the usual evil speech he set the weapon to the max with the usual evil laugh. i did not act very bravely and decided for diving behind a corner, not caring much for the others. I mean hey, i already had protected the males with my body... i'm not supposed to be a fucking hero! O.o
he came behind the corner, i tried to fake to be KO but he didn't fall for it at all.
he put some pill in my mouth, which i knew was a drug.
I got up at once and spit it in its mouth (with a kiss?)
He said it was useless, because having licked it was enough, and now i was bound to tell and think the truth .
so he started (hypnotizing?) me, telling his sad story.
his aim was to make me say i still loved him as i was his daughter.
i felt very emotional - because that seemed to be the effect of the drug, apart from truth-telling - but i wasn't hiding anything, so it was not that bad.
i told him he did hurt lots of peple in his life.
he said, yes, but never killed
i said, true
he: so you still love me?
me: maybe, i mean you'r dad. Only you're a supervillain. Hey, why can't you just take it easy and not be a supervillain?
than i think we did something pathetic as hugging


(the man did not look at all as my dad - and my dad has nothing to do with supervillains )

so bad i forgot most of the first part of the battle (before the policemen was hit and i hid behind the car)

post disappeared

so, this night nothing.
last night, maybe some progress on the private experiment of the month.
small.
just a curious finding about WILD, sex and dream signs.
like that, at every (failed or not) attempt of (something like)WILD, i end up having (something like)sex on my bed with people that seem to represent (something like)myself. (see the skeptic dream as ref).

message from my brain... just need to translate.

I'm glad you made an exception to you "Lucid Only" DJ with that Heroes dream. I always like reading heroes inspired dreams.

You made a good leader until you ducked for cover.

Originally Posted by The Cusp

You made a good leader until you ducked for cover.

yes i know
i'm posting another half ecception later
too lazy now

that WAS messed up

maybe a failed WBTB attempt, not sure because i don't remember the precise moment i fell asleep.
Let's please call real life layer 0.
layer1
I'm in my bedroom. (something flying in and out of my window?)
a girl that reminds me of a child i knew when i was little - (who was named isabel, so i keep using the name) had given me a paper sheet with a story written on it, which i wanted to make into a dream.
I start reading it and enter the dream (layer2)
I'm walking in (venice?) with a bunch of people i know well (but i don't know any of them IRL.) We are used to go adventuring together, and we're very chatty on the way. I like the feeling of being with them.
We're going to something that looks like the cove of some villains, and it feels like we do that sort of things often. Somebody says something fun about no idea what, and i say: "yes, we should definitely do it someday". A girl says: "yes, if we survive this time".
I think she's being a little pessimistic, because we have survived a lot of trouble afterall, and there's no reason to think this one is different. Than i think it would be sad if something got wrong, because they were good friends.
When we get to the place, some of them tells me "please this time don't charge head down, you know you suck at fighting."
I obviously just imagine the last part of the sentence, because before the warner can end it, i'm already in the cove, running along the walls () and jumping around. My totally antistrategic stupid move generates some confusion inside, and while some bandits try to hit me with random objects and something else i can't identify, others run around dunno doing what.
(yep, this gets confused, but i was too concentrated on running on the walls and dodging stuff thrown at me to care for the rest)
Then i know isabel wants me to get my ass out of there, because i have to go back to waking world and check if my mother and niece are ok.
I think it's mostly an excuse to take me far from danger, but i obey someway.
layer 1 (FA)
i'm on my bed, face down, with the paper near my pillow, trying not to get too awake because i want to get back to the layer2 soon. I see that there's already much light, so i think my mum must be awake, and i remember that my niece is in america. I decide it had to be an excuse to let me far from danger, and try to go back to the dream. I switch on my ipod (it's plugged to two little speakers beside my bed). It plays a Dream Theater album, Awake.
While drifting to sleep, i think that some epic metal would maybe have been more appropriate.
add-in: i get something i classify as HI about a documentary history-channel style. It shows the mechanics of a medieval battle, concentrating on the timings of the crash of the two armys.
i think that if it's related to the situation in layer 2, it must not be good.
in fact, it seems that things has got bad. I'm outside of the cove's door, on the street with isabel. It is usual for us to be left behind when the others get in the fight, because we're the weakest of the group. the villains are coming out of the door.So, we suppose ours must have lost, inside. I know abundant reinforcements (the benandanti army?) are coming from behind us, but this is not really good news, mostly because we would be just in the middle of the two groups hitting, and that's bad. So i think i should grab isabel and fly away when we're in time.
then it become impossible for me to understand if i'm dreaming, writing, reading or inventing the story, and i see we two jump away in some different versions, like i was looking for the most likely one to write.

then i don't remember if this ending belongs to this dream or to another, i think to this
layer 1there is a lot of light now, and i think it must be very late. i want to go on with the dream, but i'm afraid to lose my morning lesson. i open an eye (a real eye, i know it because it was less sticky when i woke really up) and look at the clock. it's hard for me to see the numbers because the sun hits on it too hard (true).
I think i risk to lose also the second lesson and accept to wake up more. Then i remember it's sunday, but i'm too near to layer 0 to go back until layer 2.
So i give up and wake up.

about the above: never used blue color (lucid) because, even if i always knew layer 2 was not real, i was keeping the wrong reality as a reference.

bonus dreams of the night (in short):

- Some undefined animal is guiding me in an absurd quest in an AliceInWonderland-like garden to gather 9 random things (the first is a bone, forgot the others) that form something like a sacred graal-like treasure. I also have to keep my aunt (that i dont' like) from stealing them.

- A film maker that's friend to my mum takes me to a studios where the heroes italian dubbing is made. I help him giving the papers around, and also try to get a small dubbing part, telling him my accent is lovely, but he does'nt agree .

got two very clean lucids, spent them both in attempting something. both time not been delicate enough, and woke up.
still, that made me change my mind about something.