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Doing a dream journal?
What have i turned in to...
Here's how it's going to go. Black text for non lucid dreaming. Royal blue for lucid dreaming. Sea green for lucid options. By lucid options, i mean, that i had the option to lucid dream. Sometimes, i am basically shoved into a lucid dream, and sometimes, i have the option beforehand. I don't always choose lucidity. In fact, most of the time i don't.
Here goes.
I'll post when i have something decent.
I find myself in a street i have visited before in a dream.
My perception has changed since then, and this becomes quite apparent through the symbolic clarity increase that happens when i think of such.
Everything is so clear. I can feel the slight chill, and the deep breaths.
Looking forwards, i examine a few rows of railed chairs to a backdrop of a chalky brick wall.
Upon these chairs lie tombstones. I move to see the names, yet the crumble under my touch spreading more chalk-like substance atop the chairs they are stacked on.
I feel the atmosphere around me. It is that of isolation.
I walk to the left of the chairs, into this white street.
It's as if chalk has fallen from the sky like dust, everything is not only powdered with it, but seems to be it.
I see a man ahead. He is waiting for me. I have been looking for him.
His look shows knowledge... he has what i seek.
I already know asking him directly will prove useless. He is as a witness, the scouting guide.
Moving towards him efortlessly, i notice to a diagonal left that this street is exactly the same place i was before, yet it has now changed... it's isolated.
The ground is completely white and chalky.
There are white box machines dicarded everywhere. They seem to create lines between road and what once was homes in a trading market.
(The previous dream [4 years before])
I am at the man. I return attention towards him.
There is a boy that is half there standing next to him. He is meant to be intangible to me, yet i sense him. I can see him in my dream's mind, as if a whispy outline of a clear yet dusted body and face.
He doesn't want to be seen, unlike this confidently witnessing man.
I ask him, where to go.
He says down the road which is straight in sight.
It looks winding, and blurs at an end.
He sees i don't want to go. He already understands. I am too quick to travel the mile, and start spinning to change my environment.
He smiles knowingly onward through the blurred motion.
I feel my real body.
I feel it simultaneously with my dream body.
The real eyes become the focus, and i open them feeling slight residue of my dream body.
I have awoken. I proceed to meditate on the dream.
Fascinating, Cloud - especially your recognition of the repeat.
I wonder if it will finish playing out... and if so, where it will lead?
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Originally Posted by pj
I've been thinking i might induce the same environment through visualisation when i get the chance...
It certainly would be interesting to go down that road.
The dream seems quite signifigant to me at the moment, see. ;)
I just woke up from this.
I'm standing on a small cliff of sand at a beach.
The water is stormy, and the sky is clouded grey.
I can see people swimming in the sea.
Many are being crushed among the waves, yet they all seem oblivious to it and are splashing around in joy.
I feel strange as if i am one of them, yet i am not.
Like a child sitting by himself watching the other children play.
Except it feels like i have grown out of it, and they are thinking that i am the odd one out.
I look towards my right of the cliff... i see my family there.
They are looking at me, and i can see they are sad.
All of them are as if alone like me. I don't feel sympathy for them.
My mother is suddenly next to me.
I am looking at her, and i know that she is fearful of the water.
I'm hugging her lightly, not sure if she's holding me or i'm supporting her.
I let go and look inwards the cliff to a playground.
It's empty, but i find myself compelled to play.
I pick up handfuls of cool damp sand, and feel it through my fingers.
A wave of emotion comes over me, and i start crying.
I again look out to the beach, and everything is the same.
My family standing where they were, looking as they did.
The beach seems deserted and i start feeling overwhelmed.
Abstract blurriness starts swirling my vision slightly.
I succumb to it, and feel as though im falling backwards, they sky rushing towards me.
I wake up. My family aren't home, and i go to the computer.
Nice idea Cloud. How often do you use these Royal Blue and Sea Green fonts then?Quote:
Originally Posted by ClouD
Twice so far ._\\Quote:
Originally Posted by Jdeadevil
Soon to be more. ;)
alreet cloud!
Interesting dreams man, that one on the beach seems a little sad though.
In your introduction you mention lucid options im just wondering what you meant by that?
While dreaming i don't have a constant dream sign, or even a signifigant one.Quote:
Originally Posted by mark
I simply, understand i am lucid... and this is almost always presented as a choice.
Frequently i find myself choosing against lucidity, and maintaining some minimal lucidity and understanding that i am dreaming.
Sometimes though i choose to just let my mind flow without the awareness.
When i'm talking about moments such as these, i'll use the [infamous] "Sea green". :P
I understand what you mean... I also sometimes - when I become awear that im dreaming randomly - decide whether or not I should continue this dream Lucidly or just Semi-Lucidly. It's a strange feeling but I find I have better Lucid Dreams when I am only Semi-Lucid.Quote:
Originally Posted by ClouD
Interesting and poetic dreams... keep it up please! :)
I wouldn't have posted this dream, because it's quite abstract, but it was definately the most lucid dream i have ever had. It is longer than i have posted here but i'm not going to drag it on through other parts of the dream, just the section with immense lucidity.
I'm in a room, standing with a guitar in my left hand.
The atmosphere is mysterious, and most of the lights are out.
I feel like i'm sneaking in here for a purpose, yet the objective isn't so apparent.
Moving down two steps into a corridor to the left, past an unatended reception desk, i open a door to my right.
It's very dark in there and i hear someone coming, so i close the door and take a few steps backward uncertainly.
I've stumbled into a room behind me on the opposite side of the corridor and i quickly notice a man is laying on a red leather sofa.
He's looking at me as if he knows me, or as if he was expecting me to be here.
He's slightly curious, or at least pretending to be.
I place the occupied guitar bag behind the door, leaning it against a wardrobe which reminds me of my own room.
I sit on the chair, and look at the person.
He starts asking me questions and, as if slightly humoring him, i reply to each one.
His curiosity seemingly satisfied, i go over and lay next to him.
He embraces me, yet i don't feel any support or comfort.
After a short while of me just laying there observing the room wondering why i don't feel warm, i turn towards the person, which has become my mother.
I hug her tight, and kiss her on the forehead.
Then i get up as she starts speaking to me, and moving towards the glass sliding doors opposite the door, i reply to her, "Why does it even matter, this is a lucid dream".
I hear the word lucid loud and clear.
I feel for my physical body, and i can just sense it.
I am wondering, why do i not feel lucid as i have done in almost all other dreams.
Feeling confused i look around, seeing that everything is unbelievably realistic. It is real to me. I can smell everything. I can feel everything. I can even taste everything.
At once, this is quite overwhelming. This is unlike what i've experienced before. I am curious as to what is going on, and i open all my senses fully embracing the lucidity.
Now i feel as if i am searching for an answer.
The atmosphere has changed signifigantly, as if i am a sane man walking amongst insanity. I feel calm peace, yet unbelieavably powerful and in control of my awareness.
I open the glass door, and move into a large courtyard bordered with four towering brick buildings.
My sister throws something at me.
She is standing next to a pile of thick, yet smooth cylinders which has been cut out of a tree.
She keeps throwing them at me, but missing.
It's a game to her and she wants me to join in.
I'm only slightly interested, feeling as if something is trying to claim the dream and force it into non-lucidity.
I attempt to hover above the ground.
Failing this, i feel as if i am being restricted, yet my clarity is still impeccable.
I look to a young man in the courtyard, wearing a supposedly intimidating cape which has a hood towering over his face.
He looks like the reaper, with his back turned from me.
I feel as if he is the one doing this. Controlling me.
I walk to him, and he unhoods. I look at his face, realising suddenly that it mirrors my own.
It is me.
It doesn't seem to have noticed i am him though, yet looking at me, as if he knows something which i don't.
Going along with what i suspect to be his act, i say that his hood doesn't suit him as from the back it looks to large.
He seems to like it, and i see as this is going no-where to getting back my ability to fly, i turn my back and walk away.
As i am walking, a thought of lucid tasks makes an interesting idea to test my powers again.
I see the sky, bright blue with white clouds and a glaring sun.
I move my hands as if i am going to change the weather, and as i do my other self comes up to me and does the same motions, trying to undo what i am trying to.
I know he won't win.
Dismissing him, i focus back onto the sky, moving grey storm clouds to cover it all.
The light becomes dim, and i overcome my other easily.
Knowing i can change the weather now, i focus completely on the task.
I change the clouds white, and i see snowflakes starting to fall.
I remember something about trees, and seeing as there are none, i look at the logs my sister was playing with.
I freeze them completely in ice, and move my attention to the buildings bordering me.
I freeze them also and the whole area is becoming white.
I remember a technique for meditation i'd read about before.
Looking around i dim the world, except it starts turning white instead of black.
I open my eyes expecting to be standing up, yet finding that i am on the floor in a place i have been before.
After getting up and recovering from the strange body position change, i see a door in front of me; it has pale yellow colourings and the handle is completely covered in soft putty.
I open the door and look around.
It is a school corridor, and many people my own age are sitting along a bench which runs the whole length of the passage.
I see many people i know, except they all seem oblivious to me.
I notice my clarity is still the same, and that i feel slightly helpless now.
I have been here before.
This very corridor has been in a previous dream a very long time ago.
I feel quite sexual as i move among the people i know.
I won't have sex, i decide.
Feeling as if i am stuck in a rather boring dream, i look around and see another door.
It is yellow on this side, and i open it and step inside.
The door quickly shuts by itself.
An immense wave of fear comes over me.
I remember this place from a long time ago, and i am almost paralysed from fear of something which i have forgotten over the years.
I am so scared, knowing that it is a lucid dream, but scared to even move and attempt to wake up.
Sitting in the corner, i try to feel for my physical body.
It's real strong this time, but for some reason i am thrown into even deeper fear.
I can't seem to awake, and the fear seems to be swallowing me.
I don't know what i am doing.
I stop thinking and get up, the fear still there.
I see there are doors in here and all of them have deep red adornments.
The door behind me is a brick wall, instead of the school corridor.
This is no longer amusing to me anymore. I become scared of dying.
I can still feel my phsical body when i reach for it, though it is as if it is fading away just as fast as it is coming.
I walk down yet another corridor, and i feel as if something is following me.
I have no choice, to escape. I have no control of the dream, and nothing will happen to my will.
I see something at the end of this long corridor.
I remember this from so long ago.
I am too scared. I have no idea what will happen if i continue.
I feel for my body and focus as hard as i can.
I manage to feel my eyes.
I look back down the corridor, knowing i will wake myself up now.
I open my eyes.
I sit up in my bed and feel very strange, i don't want this dream again.
I move to the computer.
[QUOTE=mark;604872]alreet cloud!
Interesting dreams man, that one on the beach seems a little sad though.
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That's what I thought. I suspect we all have some sadness in there somewhere, though.
That's great - like the journal goes beyond the dream. You give the impression though that you've been meddling in the occult or something. In fact you've been exploring emotions (fear etc) that you've been carrying with you in your unconscious. In my experience these emotions become more tolerable once we get used to them, and also IME sharing them helps, e.g. here as you have done.Quote:
Originally Posted by ClouD
Great dream and great dream recall!
Still haven't read your latest dream Cloud - will do soon. Just wanted to say aweseom Sig! Did you make it yourself? lulz its great, I want one (With ForgottenDEMON instead of ClouDMechA!) :p
I've lost everything that i've ever thought i needed.
I don't know where from here.
I don't think i'm coming back.
Goodbye Dreamviews, i think i'll miss all of you.
is every thing alright man?Quote:
Originally Posted by ClouD
Guess who's back.