NASCAR's Racing Mind

[NASCAR]

Foreword: This Dream Journal (DJ) is being written as part of an ongoing "experiment" by me to discover the best methods (for me) to attain a lucid dream. Feel free to reply to this, along with any tips that work for you. In a few months when I am done with this little expiriment, I will upload my notes to this site in a thread entitiled "NASCAR's guide to Lucid Dreaming". It will be a somewhat culmination of 2-3 months work. Enjoy my Dream Journal. Also, the date of the dreams will be the night of that day, example: Jan 1 2003 would be the night of January 1 2003/the morning of Jan 2 2003. House worked in denotes the moment that my house worked its way in. For some odd reason, it does that every single night. June 30, 2008 Alright, I completely forget the first part, something to do with 3 things to get out of a tower, I get out, and I remember a DC saying something about spin. Now, somehow the word spin sparked a connection in my brain with LD. My connection was that the spin to keep lucid is part of a LD, and that some way or another got me to say "Holy crap! I'm having a lucid dream!". I performed no RC's, I just knew. Now, I had trouble getting sandals to appear. I cosed my "dream eyes" and said "There are sandles at my feet", but they came out wrong. I got the heel part, and the front part, but not the whole thing. Then some way or another, i decide to try flying. I decide to do the stomp and jump method. I close my dream eyes, and start flapping my arms and stomp the ground until I am high in the air. I find myself flying around a department store parking lot, but it had carpet around it. The same carpet as my house (I don't know why, but for some odd reason, my house works its way into my dreams all the time, every dream!)House worked in, and I find myself up in the air, with 4 arms, 1 pair holding a towel as a seat, the other flapping and flying. That's all I remember from the dream. After that it is nothing. I remember that when I was trying to make the sandals appear I was on some rocks with some hoses to rinse off your feet (IN RL: I just got back from camping a whole week in Georgia, coming from SC, and I had to swim every morning, and we had the same thing, only on cement), and there was a wooden table behind me with food, and I heard nothing. Behind me was the water. In front of me was the trees and forest. Under me was a blend of Sand/Grass. They were the same thing and one. It's odd how there can be new objects in dreams. I call them pure creativity. The previous journal was written a while later in the day when i woke up The next one was written in the middle of the night when I woke up. July 1 2008 I come to camp and go into the shows. An orange ghost is seeping out of the shower head (trust me, this dream gets weirder), and I run. I run from the shower, I run from camp to the river/ocean/beach I will mention later. By the time I get back, everyone is gone. I get scared that the ghost will attack again, but I see the dining hall. I go to it, seeing its lights are on, and there they are, the whole camp is in there eating. There was spaghetti sauce with parmesan cheese on it, and spaghetti noodles. Somehow we all get done before I can eat anything, so we go back to camp and get the tents flipped over to air them out. We flip over the CONCRETE showers to dry on the grass (at my house)House worked in, and I get scared the ghost is in there. It turns out to be a sleeping cot. (In real life, last week, they were green). The next day, we all go windsurfing (if that is what its called, using a sail to go surfing) at the beach/river/ocean, and I borrow a friend's, who I will call J (who is, in fact, a real life friend), I get pushed down near a building, and download (please, don't ask, it was a weird dream) a gene modification program, whos tagline is "Waiter yourself, Serve yourself, the third is msunderstood in several languages". to get back at them. I never do. Then I go to the water to get the windsurfing board from J, and get major air and really good speed (odd, since I have never even been surfing), and do several jumps, I try to jump off some rocks, and land in the water with my lungs half full with air, with a slight sinking. J takes away the windsurfing board, "Sorry, it's mine", and I struggle to get to the surface. I cannot, and I let go and breath in, not water, but air. As I am in total blackness from sinking down, I realize, "Holy crap! I am in a lucid dream!", but it is too late, I wake up just as I realize I am lucid.