Hello! I've been thinking about this for a while and decided to put it online now that I have a few dreams to actually look at. I hope that any reader enjoys them as much as I have, if you see anything you wish to comment on feel free to do so, I don't know too much but I will answer any question or recieve any comment as best I can. Thank you.


-Bentrider08


Dream journal

1-26-07

Nothing long or totally coherent, more like snippets. I dreamed that I had actually kept a very detailed journal that was written with bullets, it seemed to record things that I had been dreaming or things I had been doing in my sleep. I don’t know whether it was my memory that was the problem or that the dream just didn’t last that long, whatever the reason the dream was convincing enough to make me not want to write anything down at 5:00 AM. I read on the list things like “yelled at 9:00” that one is the most clear one to me right now. Later on in another snippet a woman who was not one of my professors but seemed as if she was one, started lecturing me or talking to me. I can’t remember what she was talking about. Like most of my dreams there seemed to be a lack of sensation, as far as hearing was concerned.

1-27-07

I had two more since going to bed at 10:00. It’s four now. The first one was in the winter time in some city or other, the people were speaking Spanish, I apparently seemed to be going all over the place within this environment but I always kept seeing the same landmarks. I always seemed to end up in a park with a large building in the middle, and at a corner where there was an intersection there were a few trees. Even when I seemed to get onto a ferry I would still see the familiar settings if I wandered throughout the ship. There was a dirty old man that was in charge of a tunnel passage that seemed to go to and from the massive palace like building and out into the park area. I remember that there was a lot of junk in there and that I hoarded food and such inside there from time to time because while the passage way was being used to enter the building the janitors or they might have been security did not want you coming in. the interior of the place seemed to be composed of one super long corridor, it wasn’t really wide but it was moderately spacious, there were large regular oval shaped windows at exact intervals. The building to my knowledge did not seem to have a second floor. I’m not exactly sure what all the specific plots were but I do remember that the burning of the green trees outside by the road was a big deal.

The other one was very sketchy I have a little more difficulty remembering it even though it happened very recently. I seem to remember weapons, but they were not being used by me or anyone else they were just there, I seem to have recollections of a very large sniper rifle that was sitting ready for use but with no one to fire it. I didn’t seem to recognize any enemies to shoot at though so I did not get down and try to use it.

1-28-07

Nothing in particular so far, several small snippet dreams, most of them seem to be a close derivation of the dream world nothing too crazy. Except maybe that the reality takes place in a completely different fictional universe, such as Andromeda’s bridge, and Robot chickens claymation. I dream about reality checks though, why don’t I go lucid though?

I was at a huge kind of naval college out at sea. We were completely surrounded by water, it was like a truly massive oil rig that had been converted into a campus, the interior was devoid of the customary pipes and conduits, it was very pretty inside almost like a hotel. I was put in a dorm room very far from the rest of my friends, There were people from real life that I recognized there, like Scott who used to disrupt phys last semester. I was in this class and the teacher was discussing how big the ocean was, and I was asked to perform various labs that involved paints, I was often picked on to volunteer because I was a very cooperative student. I wore safety glasses most of the time, the floor in the classroom was auditorium style, but the floors were very steep, and they were carpeted. I remember coming into class one day wearing my trenchcoat and sliding down the steep carpet without getting any burns, the teacher asked me if I was alright and I didn’t feel any pain so I got up and kept going, I told him, “that’s the matrix jacket for you” I said this because at real school sometimes I wear my black trench and I call it the “ matrix jacket” I remember that my teacher had these moments where we would all be in a close group with my classmates and we each could play various instruments, the teacher would begin playing a guitar first, then the lady next to him would play like wire music or something, a lot of instruments were played right down to a guitar next to me where I was sitting with a snare drum and I would try to add a rhythm before the rest of them stopped playing, it was kind of like a musical game, where one guy would lead then everyone would add on but if he stopped we all had to stop, I often lost because I would just start playing when he stopped. I remember wanting my didgeridoo because I didn’t really know how to play a snare drum. So I went and tried to do some internet searches on how to play the snare drum, naturally I didn’t get very far because I was trying to read in the dream and that was really hard, well the day started to wind down, it was four at night, and then for some reason the dream changed like I was then in a city and I seemed to be the narrator/extra character in it. There was a man who was paying to support these terrorists. It was like before 9-11 we were in a city somewhere. He had a nice apartment and he invited them in they explained why they needed the money to make bio weapons, one of the terrorist was carrying a large sealed cylinder of what looked like blood, perhaps a show of what they already had, the man made a deal with a hooded woman, who looked middle eastern, and spoke with a slight accent. After they left I knew the man became very paranoid because he had given them all the money, and he knew that they would use it to kill people, but that is what he wanted, he sat down in a chair as I narrated how he would never be secure again and how he would die soon after by a disease, he gets up and decides to go outside the apartment, when outside across the street, perpendicular from a large building with a neon sign shining letters, he crossed behind a parked moving van, and the street/moonlight reflected eerily off of it, I saw this from his perspective behind him, then he goes away but later starts to go back to his apartment where he sees the back of the moving van again, this time I am standing there and my shirt is inconveniently stuck on the back bar of the moving van. He passes me slowly as I struggle with getting the shirt unstuck without tearing it, I suddenly switch to the perspective of myself and start to fiddle with it trying to get the annoying fabric loose, he passes me by slowly and I look at him, I feel much taller than him. It switches back to the old man’s perspective and my face is backlit by the moon/street light and I looked quite menacing, he stands there silently until I greet him and comment about the beautiful night. Realizing that I mean him no harm he obviously relaxes and we have a little chit chat together, about nothing in particular, but you can tell that something is wrong with him, he seems nervous. I realize that my shirt is unstuck, (not sure if I ever did get it undone myself, I think so though) So I start walking together like he’s my best friend, arms around each other, like those guys you see at the state park who are stone drunk coming from a party. We stop to look at the neon signs who’s letters apparently turned out to be on some kind of track and began to scrunch together at one side of the building, me and him commented and we both thought it was weird to do something like that, then I looked up at the moon, earlier I had seen it and it looked normal but now for some reason it was in full moon phase and the surface looked like some kind of modern art painting, there were colorful patches covering large portions of the surface, orange and black and red and pink, very bright assortment of colors, we both looked at the pretty moon together and then I walked him up to his apartment, and then I turned around and was back at the sea college again. This time it was early in the day, like 4:00(specifically 4:39 AM) about the same time I had left the old man, a lot of the other guys and gals had not gone to bed yet but were still roaming about the college for no reason at that time of night, I played the music game again, and of course lost, really wanting my didgeridoo. I suddenly felt the need to go to the bathroom, so I went out to search, I couldn’t use the other bathrooms for some reason because Brittney Spears apparently was enrolled here and had declared the bathrooms, both the girls and BOYS off limits to everyone but the people she chose, I of course wasn’t anything to the haughty celebrity so I had to go hunt for a bathroom, I found one in the lobby, I passed a group of chattering students, noticing in particular a guy from school that I’d never really talked to before trying to make his face red and walking sideways, I thought it was weird and watched them walk past. I then went over to a barrier where several people I knew from church were sitting, they said that they were closing the restrooms for the night but I asked really nicely and they said “Ok, you can go just don’t do this again.” So I went in, and completely missed the restrooms, because the restrooms were kind of built into this corridor between this atrium area and this big cafeteria, I turned around and saw a few other guys going into this trough like urinal so I walked over there and was about to go, when I looked down and saw that when urine hit the ceramic it would turn red and when the urine was gone it would be cream colored again, “I don’t really like this feature” but I started to go then, from past problems with urinating in my sleep I realized it wasn’t real and that I had to get up and go to the Real bathroom, I woke up and had the clearest recall ever I think, and this has been a dream with a lot of tactile sensation with me and the shirt tugging episode. I even think I smelled some things at one point. WBTB seemed to not get me lucid but gave me a neat dream nonetheless!

1-29-07

So far I’ve dreamed about myself getting lucid, how I was part of a tiny forum who fancied itself humongous. I awoke in the dream/reality (I checked) in a cold sweat. Batman, was involved in the dream, but it seemed that I in particular had fudged up one of his missions. That’s all for now.
My next one involved ren and some other character I can’t recall, they were both dentists/warriors. There was intense rivalry between the two, Ren called me in for an appointment and for me to fight on her side, and the other met me secretly and asked me to come to a place at a certain time. I arrived at the later time and Ren for some reason was at the same meeting place as the other character When the other dentist arrived there was a bit of a gunslinger standoff before both of them rushed each other arguing who would get me, the last thing I remember was getting tugged on and argued over, hearing, “I scheduled this appointment!”, “NO it was me!” Time in the real world and time in the dream world funnily corresponded. So I woke up at 5:15 as the two still fought each other.

1-30-07

Earlier in the night while trying to get relaxed I felt my entire left leg convulse, it scared me a lot. I was almost scared to look around to see what was there, I thought I had wilded, but I slowly did some reality checks, and they all passed. So I decided that I had to have been awake, still I almost was sure I was dreaming but I went back to bed.

I only have one other remembrance for the night, and that is breathing through a closed nose, but I wasn’t lucid, and I woke up after that memory came to me. It was weird. I think I am getting closer to lucidity.

1-31-07

Very very vague, I have a hazy memory of being a player in a gameshow, and I remember I kept getting the answers wrong, I felt embarrassed.

Something weird, I don’t know if I imagined it but I felt the sensation of breathing through a closed nose! But I don’t know whether I was half conscious or not when I felt this.

2-1-07

Start: 10:30
Wake up:3:30
BTB:3:48

First one had a lot of halo, I was in some kind of asian like market/auntique store, like the dusty attic, there was a food court below us. We were up at this counter talking to this asian man trying to get in line to receive a copy of Halo 3. Me tyler, and someother younger kid were there, we were up at the counter, and after a lot of convincing and me having to hold them down to make them stop bouncing I had the guy figure that we were mature enough and he gave us a ticket and we had to stand in line a long line, interestingly enough the floor beneath us, there was one story at ground level and another cafeteria story beneath us, I would climb over the railing and go down to get some Chinese food, every time I went down though some kind of things went wrong, I remember that I would knock something over, or get messy, like at one point I stepped in sauce, the people in the kitchen seemed to pay me no mind just giving me looks like “ugh, the kids these days” over time everyone in line who was watching me started to say when I began to climb down, “don’t do it, nothing good will come from it”. But I felt determined, I did make it down though, and I did look for what I wanted but I couldn’t find the food I wanted, they had all kinds of exotic things, but no sesame chicken, I browsed through their windows, all the food was frozen which seemed a little weird if they were cooking it and distributing it in a cooked form, but I just accepted it. A little later I kind of explored the lower level, there were weird artifacts everywhere, boxes with these onion things in them (I tried one, it was like a funyun pork rind) an elaborate asian monkey statue with the top of the head removable, all asian style art and shape. There was one thing that stuck out and itn was some kind of American art piece where you pulled on a little rope and a know attatched to a peg at the top of the board would tighten and it said on it, “it’s easy to make a noose” We never did get halo 3 but our minds kept returning too it, and sometimes in the middle of the dream we would suddenly be at home setting it up, and having to go through all these classic minigames that were included in the game that we had no desire to play, and were trying to make the game skip over, I imagined a map, that was really cool, there were spikers and I was really looking over one. I also seemed to avoid security men on the bottom floor with the auntiques, the asian people however paid me no mind.

Precursor, blue man group and the inventor of silicon was catherines ancestor. And he wrote a lot of the music that the BMG play today, there was video footage of him outside peoples home beating on metal plumbing. It was pretty cool, it was real dark in the massive theater and it was pretty peaceful, I just sat whittling on a piece of cedar while we watched the history. I remember that the guys from the archie comic were involved like there was some kind of personality chart made off of the cartoon characters, a kind of “who are you like” thing, I don’t remember who I was. So I carved a bone for gabby there was a massive family reunion, I was writing a paper about her family history on my laptop.

Whoa! This is freaky, I had a dream that I was just going to school as normal but that I had stayed there till 7:00 one evening, well, Michael and ben and some other guys decided to try a prank, We’d been wandering around together, and I’d been looking for the library and a place called the archives, the school felt completely different almost like a mall and less of a school. Well they decided to fake that they were disabled, hit the lights and mess around outside the school police office, the lights went out and I made out as if I was in trouble while my friends messed around. well it was a fun joke until the police came out and arrested all of us, I had a gun pointed at the back of my head and was declared a suspect, they sent me to the cafeteria that apparently had become a school office/cafeteria. While I was there the secretary gave me two choices, she would let me off if I brought up my grades, or otherwise she would make me write a biography for her, I didn’t want to do the paper, but I didn’t want to make any promises about the grades because if I failed I knew I’d be right back in here again. So she went and assigned me a paper and let me go. So I felt pretty bad and was walking through a city towards my home, when I met this burly black dude who had been a friend of mine at school(honestly I’d never seen him before, but in the dream he had been a friend) and he was standing on top of this structure and his eyes seemed glazed over. I asked him how he was, and he said he was better than ever, that the paper he had been assigned, had opened up a whole new world to him, apparently he’d been assigned a paper on some kind of GOD!! He’d been converted and had raised an army of followers. Well, I left after that and he started trying to convert me, I got away and went and talked to my other friends about it, fortunately they were still ok and hadn’t been converted, we decided that we had to do something about it. So we all got in a car and we started to drive to a field where we read that a way could be found to defeat this demonic god. As we drove through the countryside, we saw the black guy again, he was leading a mob of followers, they saw us and began to rush us like zombies, they weren’t undead though, they were perfectly normal humans they were just determined to eat us, so that they could, purify our sins through their bodies. Of course we didn’t want that to happen, so we drove faster, but there were too many of them, I dropped dynamite out the window two times it got a few of the believers but they were still determined. All of them would scream at us as we drove past them, “we want to cleanse your souls!!!” finally before we got through, we saw a family, surrounding a fire put having what appeared to be a normal afternoon barbecue, we heard one of them say as they ate a piece of meat, “mmmm, these sins are tasty” We sped away from there faster than I thought the car could go, we got ahead of the wave of spreading believers, and found the field, it was a beautiful green place, that seemed to stretch on infinitely there were a few powerline towers that ran across it seemingly forever. There in the middle of the field was a little plaque, or a gravestone type thing, we weren’t sure what. We couldn’t find anything to help us though, as we turned and began to walk back trying to come up with another plan, I see a key sticking out of the dirt, I pick it up and go over to the plaque, sure enough there is a keyhole. I insert the key and a small compartment opens. Inside are a frail, fragile, and apparently ancient pair of glasses. I hear the words, “this is the power of controlling dreams.” I slip them on, and feel instantly unafraid of the belief, they are nothing to me, it’s like I gained divinity at that moment, I turned and looked behind me, I saw the darkness and gloom of the belief sneaking across the horizon towards me. “I wish that everything was its proper color and that lighting was normal.” The clouds faded away, and the morning sunlight turned the sky a shade of pink.” I started walking towards the town where we had come from. “I wish that the believers would no longer exist, and that they would return to normal, and all the ones killed would come back.” As I passed by the now normal townspeople, they all looked at me like I was out of my mind, walking down the middle of the street, apparently bearing no memory of the horrible belief. I kept going, with my friends behind me commenting on how weird it was. I don’t remember if I actually defeated the demon god, but I remember thinking about creating weapons in my hands and giving them to my friends, to aim at a spot and then summon the demon god to that spot and they all open fire on him. But I remember fearing the power of the god, I didn’t know if we could take him on even with the glasses, that made anything you wanted reality.

At that time the dream stopped, I don’t know what exactly happened. So it was like control without lucidity. I’ve had lucidity before with no control, so now it seems like the opposite.

2-2-07

Start: 10:40
Wake up:7:30
Back to bed:

I seemed to be in a video gamish setting, I was helping four dysfunctional people on a quest, it started on what I think was the pillar of autumn. Instead of following the game path however I decided to follow the engineer and help him seal off the engine room from the covenant, I picked up an assault rifle and basically spent forever shooting elites and grunts, over time the feel of the assault rifle changed and it felt like you had to lean it on your knee to shoot it. After running around doing this for a while, I finally went to another location, it was some kind of roleplaying game. I noticed elements from Zelda and a whole lot of other random game characters. Anyway there were two girls and two guys and they had levels which somehow I knew about whether they were happy of sad or depressed, it was pretty annoying having to babysit all of them so the fastest way to get them through the game to the land where their long lost father, King Green was waiting, was to pick up one guy and just sprint through the entire experience. Sometimes it would get dark and the annoying girl would say, “well, why don’t you turn the bright up?” and she’d hand me my TV remote, it really was handy but I mean she was so whiny. I could carry one guy because at check points all the other players would appear beside me thus I teleported them through to the end of the game. Finally we get to King Greens forest they all meet up story is done. So I’m kind of left to myself, I get my basset hound gabby and we decide to go on a long road trip together, apparently wherever we’re taking train after bus after train to get to is a popular tourist attraction and there was this annoying kid on the train that was making these weird threats to gabby, when he pulled out a knife I told him, “you touch my dog with that I’ll touch you with this!” out of a compartment on the side of the train I grab a 12 inch long sheath knife, I show it to him and quite naturally he shuts his mouth. I decide that it’d be best to go sit down beside gabby to make sure nothing happened to her, she was laying at the back of the bus so I sat down and was petting her keeping a close eye on the psycho kid. We changed buses, and trains several times until we got to our stop, we got gabby off the bus, and then we started walking towards this kind of farm gate into this area ringed by cedar trees with several buildings in it, it was almost identical to the firing range from the summer camp I worked at last year, there were a few people roaming around. Well, there was this one girl by the bathrooms and she was just aimlessly walking in circles. She looked kind of like someone I knew but not enough so that anyone could call her someone I knew. Well, I passed her once and thought to myself, “this is a dream, and she’s a dream girl, she’s not real at all,” I stop and watch her for a bit. I suddenly thought about kissing her. I’ve never kissed a girl before, and to tell the truth I was a little curious about it, wondered what it felt like. It seemed that some other friends of mine from school enjoyed it a lot…maybe even a little too much. I thought and thought, a little embarrassed if this turned out to be real and I did this for no reason. “Yeah, she looks like someone I know but she isn’t that person so this is ok” so I go over to her. She stops walking and blankly stars at me. I stand there for about 2 seconds, grab the side of her face and kiss her gently. Yet, there was no reaction at all from her, for some reason I found that disappointing. I mean it was as if I wasn’t even there, I just came into contact with her lips, and she didn’t move her lips or anything she just stood there. I pulled back and looked at her, the same vacant stare, so I tried it again, for a little bit longer with the same reaction, maybe the slightest expression of surprise that some random guy had just walked up to her and started to kiss her. “ok that didn’t work maybe I’m not pressing hard enough?” I was about to try it again when I kind of felt a burn in the upper part of my lungs and I woke up.

Well from that experience I think one of the biggest reasons boys would kiss girls is not for just the contact with the lips but apparently the whole body, seeing as how to kiss someone you basically have to be right up against them. That was my problem with kissing people in the real world to begin with. The actual realistic feeling was neat though, it was warm, and moist not wet or anything, not those kinda nasty kisses you see on TV or those people in wal-mart.

1-3-07

Start: 11:20
Wake up:4:30
Back to bed:4:42

The first one had me as some kind of rich or privileged kid I was able to do a lot of things, and I had a lot of possessions, I am not totally sure if I was spoiled though… I remember that there were a lot of choices in the dream for gaining different things I had to pick various doors. Like some kind of cheap game show.

Since I was stupid and didn’t immediately write this dream down I only really remember being at the nursery at church and being able to go in and look at the little babies, I thought it was cool. Which is sort of true to real life, I mean come on it’s a tiny human being with a future full of possibilities.

1-4-07

Start:10:00
Wake Up:2:05
Back to bed:2:30

My first dream was a dream within a dream scenario. I dreamed that most people in the world were at least familiar with lucid dreaming, and that I was telling my friends about how I could control my dreams, in the lucids of the dream, what I did that was so amazing was I dreamt of working in some kind of business that saw a lot of celebrities, like a salon or some other kind of shop. I remember the people seemed a little vain. The only thing was in this salon like business outside there were crowds of ordinary people, it’s almost like this salon is in wal-mart. In this dream within a dream, I remember it was so impressive because I had the power to change things. I was telling all the people from school about if and they all seemed to marvel at my “achievement”. Oh, and candy canes were like cigarettes.

I remember going to the bathroom. I remember being involved in something. It was a vivid dream I’m just having difficulty recalling all of it. Oh yeah, I was at college again, this time though the place was gigantic. Like the size of the galleria, there were stairs everywhere and the building was huge. There were a ton of familiar faces running around from school. Shane was there, we went to a plant class together, Ren was there and she went to a Japanese class where she was actually inside an anime about a red-haired samurai warrior, and there was an elephant inside her class that could talk and I got to pet it and it’s nose was really really soft., it didn’t have a trunk if I remember, well it did but that wasn’t the tactile sensation I got, it leaned down when I asked to feel it, and slightly above where each tusk protruded, there was a nose much like a horse, very soft and a little cold/wet on the end like a horse nose. It seemed that ren’s class she was actually in a house within this anime, and while everyone spoke Japanese, it all seemed like they were in India. Oh yeah, and for the greater part of the time there was patches of snow on the ground, so it must’ve been northern Japan, or just winter. Her classroom would change from time to time, sometimes it would be a normal classroom and then it would be her living in the house again. When I would sneak into her class, I would become a character in the anime, but I couldn’t speak any of the language and ren had to keep the samurai from getting suspicious of me and killing me as a trespasser. I could tell that her convincing wasn’t going too well, but then a man in Victorian clothes showed up and he talked to the samurai, they appeared good friends, I was indicated in their discussion and the man looked me over and asked me if I was Anglo-Saxon, I answered yes in a relieved way, and got out of that situation. She and her classmates would get on IM (btw I had TWO laptops in this reality  heheh…) often I remember that and sometimes she would mail me the conversations where they were talking about people named the same as me in their classes. I remember hearing rumors that Ren and her classmates were like prodigies, I mean no-one could beat their mastery of languages; a lot of other people were kind of scared or simply wierded out by this fact. The plant class was like a warehouse shop setting, both I and Shane attended this class and I would always either beat him or be right behind him, and for some reason it always seemed that he ran a mile when he got to class, and I felt perfectly alright. Our teacher I recognized as the real estate lady who helped us buy our house a few years ago, Mrs. McCan. The college as I said was massive but the buildings names were similar to the names that we have at RCHS. Like there was a Sabine, and the dean of engineering was there. I remember going up a huge flight of stairs to get to a computer lab so I could print out my stuff for the nanotechnology course, I was taking an obscure back route much like the ones I take when I’m at the college, when I came across a little side room filled with simple beds with green covers, some were made others were not, and there was a desk sort of imbedded in the wall with several chattering college students talking to a long haired man who I assume was their teacher, I think one of the classes assignments was to keep a large collective dream journal, there was a large book on the desk that the students were writing in as the teacher lectured on. As I passed an office I asked about the beds and was told about a lucid dreaming course that was being offered by one of the teachers there.  The lady in the office said that she had taken it and proceeded to describe some of her dreams. We had a little discussion about the different dreams we had been having and a few other guys walked over and we discussed it, the office wasn’t the main office but it was about the size of the RCHS office, with cubicles in it, and a water cooler with a drawn picture of a cat stuck on it, that’s where I sat and talked with the secretaries. After that I did go to the office’s bathroom, I found out that the LD course was at 6:15, unfortunately not at the right time for me to take it although I got excited thinking that my nano course started at seven which I realize now doesn’t.  anyway…the inside of the college the main walking area had a huge vaulted ceiling like a cathedral and the inside had tracks running all over it, the people were building some kind of Christmassy decoration that was filling up the middle of the space. I remember that instead of trolleys for these tracks you could either ride carts, which would damage the decorations if you weren’t careful or you could put your hands and legs out behind you and crawl, but the crawling was accelerated due to the tracks somehow, I remember having to pick up my rear and my hands and feet as I passed through holes in the decoration that the tracks cut through. I don’t remember exactly when but the second time I went to the restroom it woke me up.

Man, I almost forgot that one, but I sat and thought backwards to what I was thinking about and what I had felt and the memory just flooded back! I could hardly type as fast!

2-5-07

Well, I tried WILD last night no dreams that I can recall but the experience was pretty good. Using Sythix’s technique I learned what true sleep paralysis was, I was utterly immobilized. After a short time I began to see images of grotesque faces conjured up by my imagination, but using the white light method I drove them away, no reoccurrence of the dreadful terror, but I do remember the irrational fear of decapitation, I had the strange feeling as if a buzz saw was going to fall out of the ceiling and slice my head off! I couldn’t move but using my teeth and neck muscles as best I could I pulled the covers a little bit over my neck to make me feel a little more secure. I don’t recall any imagery as described in the tutorials, but I do remember that the dream feeling came, but I was so exhausted at that point and so totally relaxed I didn’t bother trying to enter, I felt as if I’d lost any will at all, I must work to rememdy that problem.

2-6-07

Start: 9:00
Wake-up:12:33
GBTB: 1:05

Technique attempt 2 at WILD

Once again the paralysis worked well, by adjusting the sheets I didn’t have any problems with a fear of decapitation. I counted to myself over and over again, in between each number I said, “I will be lucid” I had the same problem with conciousness as I did the last time however. No recall as before.


I talked to sythix again. I tried to work at it a little harder. I was paralyzed again but this time it felt horribly like my whole body was asleep and it was very hard for me to focus. After 30 minutes I remember being totally paralyzed but then I had this strange feeling of a body again, I was sure I was dreaming, but I checked everything and I was very disappointed in myself for waking up. I decided that two attempts at WILD were enough for the night so I decided to try a mild. This time I did have recall, another control without lucidity dream, I built three swordsmen out of these globules of liquid, after putting so many of the bubbles together the full form of the swordsmen were created. I can’t remember everything because as soon as I woke up my dad came in and gave me a talk about schoolwork so I couldn’t remember exactly everything that was said but I remember one who bore a resemblance to cloud, but he was really wussy sort of, I remember taking his sword away and he was pretty much useless. We were in a room of sorts, maybe a fast food kitchen.

2-7-07

Start: 10:30
Wake Up: 4 :25
BTB:

I was in a rustic hunting lodge, and there was a lot of science fictiony stuff about the place. I remember that I did go there on a space ship, there was a lot of Indian music playing. Eventually I went outside where it had been raining and explored around the place, it wasn’t huge but if was fairly big, there picnic tables and such scattered about. As time passed and I spent more time in there, it is important to note that close hangers when placed in a certain space in the wall would operate much like lightbulbs. Eventually the place became humongous, with ten stories, and it was a church camp. My cub scout leader was there and he was backing this truck filled with supplies into the buildings garage, I kept having troubles in this dream with where my bed was, at first it was outside with several other people, then I have a memory of beds inside. The beds were way too small for us, only our backs would fit on them. Rather uncomfortable, I had my laptop and when I tried to play Indian pop music the supervisor people got mad at me.

2-8-07

Start: 10:00
Wake up: 4:40
BTB:

Last time I tried my WILD I remember having that there was a particular sensation of dreaming. I found that I could duplicate that feeling, and I think that I had a sort of non-lucid lucid again. There were elements that I could not control like a vampire in thunderduck hall. But since I knew it wasn’t real, even though I could feel him biting my neck, I was unharmed and able to summon a handgun to put rounds in him, to drive him away.

I think I’ve learned what dreaming feels like, kind of a vibrating or buzzing within your skull. I noticed this yesterday evening by accident, once I became aware of it however I started to focus on my paralyzed body and the WILD failed. I’ll keep trying to establish strong anchors. I’ve been using the journeyman project theme to help me relax.

2-9-07

Start: 11:10
Wake up: 6:30
BTB:

I can’t remember this entire dream yet, but as I walked past my didgeridoos on the floor I was really reminded of my dream seeing as how the instruments were in it. I was going to a different church than the one I go to now. They all seemed to think themselves better than me, but I didn’t really have much of a problem with that. It’s just every time I got introduced to a teacher there would be this moment were they turned their head in profile as if to show off so that the introducer would be able to rattle off all their various achievements. Very strange... The church was more or less split into two sections one for the white people the other for the black people. Ted Timms our bible school teacher was leading the singing and the preaching of the black people while my study hall teacher taught the white people. I can’t remember the lesson. Interestingly during the middle of the sermon everyone got up and went to bible class, for some reason I decided to go and sit down at the front of the auditorium and the previously known introducer guy walked up and started talking to me. Funnily enough our discussion did take a turn towards what lucid dreaming was, how I was interested in it, and why he might want to try it sometime. He showed a little interest but didn’t seem to care that much. After we finished our discussion the preacher came over and asked if I played any musical instruments, saying that he was a magnificent guitar player. I told him about my didgeridoos and he thought they were silly, “Well, why don’t I play one for you and see if you change your mind?” I suggest.
Massive scene change all the sudden the three of us are standing in my room, I go over by the closet and grab up one of my didgeridoos, but the sound is super weak, the pipe is really small and makes a squeaky noise. “Is that it?” the preacher asked in a little voice that I took as meaning, “really that thing is a worthless instrument” So I dig around in my pile of PVC pipe and put together my good didgeridoo, but as soon as I try to play it my lips cramp and I can’t get any sound out of it, my lips seem to have taken on a mind of their own and end up being stuck in a silly position. “Maybe we should try this another time” the preacher had a condescending smile on as if I was just some stupid idiot for liking the didgeridoo. That was all I needed to pick up my one piece didgeridoo and play a long beautiful drone. I felt as if I had won, but after I blew the didgeridoo instead of being in my room with the preacher and the introducer I found myself back at Richland College. I started walking around, the campus from the outside appeared more or less normal. Inside however was completely different. It was more underground than it normally should’ve been. I remember a great deal of my adventures revolved around finding bathrooms and talking to people I knew, the bathrooms were enormous, probably the right size to service an army. Since we were all just wandering around though the bathrooms became kind of a social space, and I went downstairs(which by the way every surface down there was covered in tile.) I met Josh and Francisco, Josh was hefting a guitar case and wearing his pirate hat again, I stayed and talked with them a while, beyond that I really cannot remember much else…