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      Date: 16th Dec, 2008
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      Goals for the night: Well, I've had digestive discomfort for a while now and in the last few days I've noticed the taste of bile when I wake-up in the morning. So [assuming I became lucid] my intention was to ask the dream, or perhaps a character within it, what the problem might be.

      Dream: I am out shopping with some relatives and friends when I decide to wander off by myself. I soon find an Internet cafe, where I start researching my health problem. Rather than dry data, however, the web page I'm looking at seems more personal and it speaks to me in a female voice (in addition to text), providing a diagnosis of "Cholic Inflammation."

      Comments: I've not heard the word Cholic since childhood and know only that it's something that babies suffer from. So I google "Cholic" and find that it's a "bile acid." Interesting! Furthermore, it's "Colic" (without the H) that babies suffer from, most likely caused by "gastroesophageal reflux," which sounds like a good description of my own discomfort. So, despite not becoming lucid, I feel that I may have nevertheless gotten a valid medical response from the dream.

      Update: It seems that this dream not only provided a diagnosis, but a healing... Because I've not had any digestive problems since!
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      That's amazing! The subconscious retains all!
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      Date: 17th Dec, 2008
      Lucidity: Yes (2 DILDS)
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      Goals for the night: I had a few things in mind, one of which was to see where the dream would lead me if I didn't interfere with it too much or impose my will (assuming I became lucid, of course).

      DILD I - Gatekeeper City

      Prior to becoming lucid, the dream feels very sci-fi. It seems that I am a crew member on board some sort of spacecraft, which can also travel in time. I very much want to leave, however. And as I begin to disembark, several uniformed Nazis are coming aboard. Apparently it's WWII and they assume that the craft is their's. Anyway, I ignore them and leave. Shortly afterwards I am joined by another crew member, who also wanted to leave. He tells me that we are entering "Gatekeeper City."
      "So I suppose we'll be looking for the Keymaster," I reply (vaguely remembering the movie Ghostbusters). But we did then indeed find the Keymaster (a cutter of keys). And it's in his shop that I become lucid, although I can't remember how, exactly.

      So I continue wandering around the Keymaster's shop and come across a tall girl with red hair. "What's your name?" she asks.
      "I don't have a name," I tell her. My response seems automatic and surprises even me a little.
      "I understand," she says, "you don't want to be defined. That's unusual in this city."
      "What's your name?" I ask.
      "Titch."
      "Aah, an ironic name!"

      A while later we leave the shop and continue down the hill. Titch is running back up the hill, however, and passes us. She seems upset. Still lucid, I decide to attempt "transporting" her back to where we are. Nothing happens though. I am getting a little bored at this point and the temptation to do something with the dream is increasing. So I float up behind my friend and joke that if he attaches a piece of string, he could pull me along like a kite.

      DILD II - Uh-Oh
      I am being transported to a building site with other 'prisoners'. We are expected to work there. I become lucid en-route and inform the other prisoners that there's no need to worry because this is just a dream and we can change it. So we arrive at the building site and immediately attempt to change the scene. Nothing happens. A couple of us then go over to a guy who is handing out hard-hats. Or, more precisely, the hard-hats are on a table. "Let's change this table into something else," I suggest. And for some reason we decide to attempt turning it into a pond. But, again, nothing happens. "Uh-Oh," I groan, wondering if I have any powers at all. So I jump into the air and, thankfully, find that I can still levitate. So I fly around, grabbing knives and weapons, and handing them out to the prisoners.

      Comments: These LD's seemed to lack the clarity of others. Yes, I was aware that I was dreaming, but I was not very aware of who "I" was... exemplified, perhaps, by my inability or unwillingness to state my name. And, obviously, without those coordinates - that reference point - of who I am, I lack the ability to know or remember exactly what I want to do with the lucidity. I definitely didn't feel like "myself" in these LD's.

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      Date: 18th Dec, 2008
      Lucidity: Yes (WILD)
      Supplements: 1 Asphalia capsule

      Goals for the night: After yesterday's failed attempts to manipulate the dream environment using mind power alone, I wanted to re-affirm the use of verbal commands as a way of rapidly relocating or changing the scenery.

      WILD: I am suddenly outside what appears to be some sort of toy shop, but ignore it and ask the dream to take me to the beach. Immediately, I am whooshed into the air and can see the ocean in the distance. It's night-time, however, so I modify my request and ask to be taken to the beach "during the day, during a sunny day." At once, it begins to get brighter and I can now see the beach and the people on it. I look at my hands at this point (which are typically distorted) and then rub them together, trying to prolong my lucidity. I am now directly over the beach and looking for a spot to land.... but then awaken.

      Comments: After a night of annoying missed opportunities, I finally had this rare WILD at around 7:30am.

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      Date: 19th Dec, 2008
      Lucidity: No
      Supplements: 2 Asphalia capsules

      Goals for the night: To see if Asphalia really can promote naturally deeper sleep and perhaps, therefore, longer periods of lucidity.

      Dream: Some DC's and I are walking to an apparently local train station, for reasons that aren't clear. When I ask which one it is, they say "Garlic Station." And, sure enough, that's what it says on the sign. As we're walking down the slope toward the platform, I joke that it would be a safe place to come on Halloween, which garners a chuckle. The DC's seem like genuine train enthusiasts, whereas I am just tagging along for something to do.

      The train itself is in the station, packed with military personnel. I stand and listen as the DC's chat to one of the station guards. Apparently they are overjoyed to discover that they can buy the train for £4000, which they duly agree to do. We then all board the train (seemingly in the driver's compartment) and off it goes.

      Immediately I become concerned by the speed at which the driver approaches the bends. And, sure enough, it isn't long before the train derails. It doesn't seem like a very big deal, however, as the driver attempts to reverse back onto the tracks. I then make a comment, such as: "they should really make trains that don't need tracks." Anyway, the driver fails to get the train back on the tracks, and it now leans precariously to one side. Sensing the danger, I unbuckle myself (yes I am strapped in), and scramble up someone's rocky wall into their garden.

      Comments: As regards Asphalia, it did indeed put me to sleep quicker and led to a very restful night. The dreams themselves were therefore unusually long and, had I been lucid, they'd have represented some of my longest LD's ever. Whether I was just "unlucky" this night or whether Asphalia is not particularly conducive to lucidity, I don't know. Further experimentation is required, although I really want to move away from the use of supplements.

      I actually have recurring dreams about being on a train which deviates from the tracks. Normally nothing happens, however, and I am left wondering why it didn't crash. This was the first time that the deviation had predictable consequences.

      As for the significance of garlic, I first thought it might be a suggestion for something to take before bedtime. But then I remembered having Chicken Kiev for dinner, so perhaps it was that. Whatever, it may be worth asking the dream directly what one should take at bedtime to promote/extend lucidity.

      Update: Quite coincidentally I came across this info on garlic the other day (whilst researching the Sota Bio Tuner)...

      "Research abounds proving garlic strengthens the immune
      system. Bob Beck, however, found in his research on the brain
      back in the 1980’s that garlic has a detrimental effect on the
      brain. We’ve also learned from a health practitioner that many
      yoga groups and philosophical teachings caution against the use
      of garlic as it is known to hinder meditation. Some individuals
      are also more sensitive to garlic than others and may actually
      notice ‘brain fog’ after using garlic."

      Source: Sharing Health

      So, given that the train departing from "Garlic Station" actually derailed, perhaps the dream was telling me that the garlic in my meal that night had scuppered my attempt to become lucid.
      Last edited by Astrius; 12-29-2008 at 10:03 PM.

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      Date: 22nd Dec, 2008
      Title: The Interconnecting Wardrobe
      Lucidity: No
      Supplements: 175mg EGCG, 1 "Power to Sleep PM" capsule, 1 Asphalia capsule, 50mg B6, B12 spray

      This dream had a nightmarish flavour to it, which tends to happen whenever I take Power to Sleep PM.

      It begins with the discovery that the wardrobe in my bedroom interconnects with the wardrobe of my next-door neighbour, who feels entitled to step through it whenever I make too much noise. In one scene it is she who is becoming paranoid, however, calmly asking if I went through and slit her throat during the night, to which I casually reply: "If I had have done, there would at least be a mark."

      In another scene I am sleeping in bed with my cat, who starts to make loud and disturbing noises. Immediately I am concerned that he'll wake the neighbour. So I look across at him, but see only claws striking at me in a vicious manner. At this point I feel as if I am being watched. And, sure enough, I spot the neighbour standing silently in the shadows. I try to speak, to explain that my cat was responsible for the noise, but my jaw seems somehow restricted and I can't utter a word.

      In what I believe to be the next scene, it's almost morning and I am flying around my bedroom like a bird, laughing at my neighbour who looks on in terror. I feel as if I am revealing the "dark secret" that I can fly. I then shoot right through the window and into the sky. As I look down, I see that I am holding a digital clock with the words "Lucid Dream" on it. At this point I am vaguely aware that I'm dreaming, but I wouldn't go so far as to call it lucidity.

      When I finally awoke (for real), I wasn't able to visualize my true bedroom. I actually had to lift my sleep mask to determine where I was!

      Comments: The interconnecting wardrobe may be symbolic of the portal between waking/dreaming realities. Why a wardrobe?...Perhaps because all that separates each "house" are the clothes (which relate to identity). This would hint at what I was pondering previously, about how the question of "am I dreaming" assumes that one knows who "I" is.

      The neighbour may therefore represent my transient waking ego, which [by becoming lucid] repeatedly violates the realm of my dreaming ego, who may have the knowledge of many lifetimes. ("He" was symbolically asleep in bed, after all, when the neighbour entered the room). This would also explain how we often seem to know DC's intimately, even though we have never met them in waking reality (during our particular lifetime).

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      Date: 3rd Jan, 2009
      Title: The Master
      Lucidity: Partial
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      Aids: BT-7

      This was one of those epic dreams that seemed to span the entire night, even picking up where it left off following periods of wakefulness. The plot and events are so bizarre, however, that I'm going to focus on the more interesting aspects of the dream, relating to lucidity.

      Essentially, some DC's and I are engaged in a struggle/conflict with an unseen enemy called The Master. I am personally more interested in one of the female DC's, however, who I'm constantly trying to win the affections of. I have varying degrees of lucidity throughout the dream, but not in the conventional sense. ie. There was no "wow, I'm dreaming" moment. Nor was there are real memory of my waking self. Rather, I was simply and vaguely aware that I was playing some sort of game (in contrast to the DC's, who believed it to be real). For example: In one scene we spot an enemy blimp and, remembering that I can do things that the other DC's can't, I attempt to fly up and retrieve it (in order to impress the girl). I can't seem to gain much height, however, and instead "teleport" the blimp directly into my arms.

      As the dream progresses I become aware not only of its "unreality," but that I am actually, also, The Master. When news comes through, for example, that The Master has "animated" (given life to) a variety of cartoon character blimps, who are now causing chaos around the world, I realise (remember) that I am responsible. In other words, I am playing both sides, simultaneously.

      In a later scene, we are all sitting in a room awaiting an important phone call. At this point I position myself near the phone because I realise that I can tell the DC's anything I want (rather than the actual content of the phone call). This kind of wilful manipulation is not something I usually experience in a conventional dream. I am no longer a "puppet," but neither am I sufficiently aware of my waking ego to become fully lucid. Anyway, the phone rings, I answer it, and as the message is being relayed, my mind is busily trying to work-out an alternative story that I can tell the DC's (again, attempting to impress the girl).

      Comments: Once again the issue of identity is very much at the heart of things. Could this dream be indicating that, in waking life too, I am unconsciously playing all of the roles (because, behind the illusion of separation, there is only One ultimate consciousness)? In the absence of our heavily conditioned waking egos, who would we be?

      Just as The Master in my dream "gave life" to fictional entities (depicted as bags of air), does the One consciousness also give life to our equally fictional egoic identities (which, after all, have observably no permanence in either time or space)? Consciousness is so infinitely malleable, after all (particularly when young) that it can be manipulated to believe just about anything, and then behave accordingly (if you doubt this, just think about what we'll accept as true in our dreams!) Identification with this waking mental construct then gives rise to a solidified ego, which is a mistaken identity, ripe for further manipulation). But, obviously, such manipulation can only occur if the knowledge (memory) of our Oneness has been taken away, and thus forgotten. In such a case, whoever controlled the popular culture of a society (through mass media and other social engineering tools) would become a virtual god (with us as his slaves). Hmm.

      By contrast, a knowledge or memory of one's true self (as the One, The Master) would be infinitely empowering, preventing manipulation by others and leading to freedom in its truest sense (for the individual) and, collectively, to world peace and harmony. The scene in which I withheld pertinent information from the other DC's (instead telling them something that served my own egoic interests) seems particularly relevant here.

      Ultimately, this dream seems to be revealing the fact that I am the One, You are the One, We are the One... and that pretending otherwise is the only game in town.
      Last edited by Astrius; 01-03-2009 at 11:35 AM.

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      Date: 22nd Feb, 2009
      Title: Strange Invitation
      Lucidity: No

      I travel by train to a nearby city and visit what appears to be a medical facility. I consent to some sort of procedure, but afterwards they say that I have crayfish in my blood and need to be vaccinated. I do not want it, however, and struggle to get away. At this point I am strapped down and forcibly injected with something.

      As I'm leaving the facility, somewhat calmer, I notice a woman sitting among rolls of wallpaper. She appears to have fallen and hurt herself. "Are you okay?" I ask, moving toward her. She smiles and points to a nearby sign. I forget the precise wording, but it essentially warns of a psycho killer who ensnares her victims in this very manner (pretending to be injured). I am then told that I am on TV... kind of like Candid Camera.

      Unimpressed, I walk away and head back to the train station. During the journey home, my name is announced over the speaker system and I am told to go to the next carriage. Here I meet a man who has something to tell me, but is being evasive. "Is it something to do with the medical tests?" I ask him.
      "No." He replies. As I question him further, he seems increasingly excited. "You're going to America!" he finally blurts.
      "I AM NOT." I say, defiantly.
      "It's okay, they will pay your fare."
      "I don't care if they give me a million pounds, I'm still not going."
      "The Master wants you," he then reveals.
      "I AM the Master," I tell him, in no uncertain terms.

      Comments: I can't relate any of this to my waking life and have no idea what it means. It certainly didn't have the feel of a regular dream.

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      Date: 4th Jun, 2009
      Title: Noah's Ark
      Lucidity: Yes

      I don't remember how or why I became lucid, but due to the extraordinary realism of the urban setting - along with my own body - I had to constantly remind myself that it wasn't physical reality. I stood there, nevertheless, carefully tying the cord on my tracky bottoms, before leaping into the air.

      For some reason I started seeking out other dreamers. In one building I taught a woman how to levitate, before moving on. It seemed that I was looking for someone in particular, who I have no knowledge of in waking reality. And, after some further exploration, I found her.

      In the next scene we are at her parents house. Her father can hear me, but he can't see me. Her mother doesn't seem aware of our presence at all. So it begins to feel more like an OBE than a dream, in that we are apparently interacting with waking reality. We start to discuss deep topics, and I assert that the "secret knowledge" of the so-called Elite must exist somewhere, but not necessarily in book form. At this point I have a vision of a skyscraper, still under construction, with something esoteric hidden in its roof space. I decide to go there alone.

      As I'm leaving, there is a somewhat emotional scene involving the girl's father, who wants my assurance that he's 'real' (as opposed to a DC, presumably). So I assure him that he's real.

      Then I find myself at the foot of the skyscraper, the height of which I find intimidating. Still, I begin my gentle ascent, floating up through the steel girders and busy workmen. As I'm navigating around, however, I realize that it would be simpler to fly up the exterior of the building. So I float through an unfinished room, past some scaffolding, and out into the open sky. It is VERY HIGH and I can't help but feel a little weird. So, looking down at my foot against the backdrop of the ground below, I try to see it as a 2-D image, in which the distance between my foot and the ground is merely an illusion. Reassured, I resume my ascent.

      As I reach the top of the building, I see that my female friend is already there, along with some sort of security guard. He seems to be aware of our presence, without actually being able to see us. Still, I hurriedly begin to 'wipe away' the surface of the roof (as if it were made of pixels), revealing an image of paradise beneath, full of animals and trees and streams, etc. "Noah's Ark," I declare, even though I could not see an Ark. Whether this term is significant, or whether I simply meant to say "Eden," I do not know.

      I am uplifted by this discovery, however, and seem to acquire 'direct knowledge' of reality, which fills me with confidence. So I push off, triumphantly, from the building, and invite my friend to follow. "It's all an illusion," I assure her, "space and time are illusions!" She seems reluctant to depart, however, so I take her by the hands and 'fling' her away at great speed. Curiously, I am already 'present' at the point where she 'lands', which is not only a considerable distance from the building, but also, quite obviously, back in time.

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